Poetry – Black Sails

As fiercely as the wind may blow,

Sails lift her over water; she flows,

Through rain, sleet and snow,

A cold winter where surely nothing grows,

Like the lone wolf stalking his prey,

She holds her steady stoic gaze,

All the while a word she could not say,

Under his spell; she’s in a daze,

Encountering his white eyed feral growl,

Sets her soul frequency into a howl,

What was this beast in front of me?

A haunting ending; I never did see.

 

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Photo Credit: Yell Magazine – Black Sails

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