banished to the wooden dock on a winter night
a growl and a rumble in the sea depths fight
against a soft wave that act the effect of a simple slip
ribbons of a tale whisked past one's cracked lips
yet again in the darkness filled with strange creatures
a great sorrow etch and paint in their features
like an empty canvas carved from obsidian and fears
the sea is a great museum of lost and forbidden tears
the cold of their breath blankets what is in their path
and they suffocate until you will feel their wrath
ribbons of a tale whisked past one's cracked lips
do not let the noises forbid you from the scripts
latched on a glowing, glistening silver string of fate
a current surges through laced with an evil hate
a pull and a push and a gasp for a breath of air
the moon hangs on a fine rope and lonesomely blare
a flute of great unseen melody to no one
the pace is a hasty rabbit, yet soon a hungry tiger run
the taste of freedom in an isolated shore,
within a misty distance of blind deals lies a sore
ribbons of a tale whisked past one's cracked lips
they told who was banished on a day of an eclipse;
a girl with brown eyes that shine a monarch butterfly
but darken in a shadow like the splintered planks pry
from a war between man and nature in a fated ship.
-valkyrie
