Where the wind whisps
While the merry make mirth
In solemn strings of silence
Dangers begin to lurk.
On red day's dusty dawn
Grumblings of great beasts sound
From distances near and far
To send shivers and high alarm.
There lays a brier wolf
In shadows and sun
Waiting for twilight
Ready to overpower and stun.
Over salty seas and ships
As sailors strive to survive
Serpents spread their sin
So that sailors may silent die.
Those who creep in open
As the mindful lose focus
Bide their time for omens
And strike while no one notices.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
