Lost within the words of olden tales,
An allegory, a myth,
The desecrater of sails,
Her ascendency was eminent with might,
Where craven souls shunned full of fright,
Her Neptune bore the burden of myriad confessions,
Yet illuminated so lustrously the stars of the heavens,
She danced accompanying the waves draped in iridescence,
The tranquil night aided her transcendental essence,
Lost within the words of olden tales,
An allegory, a myth,
The song of the one with nacreous scales.
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The Words They Never Spoke
Poetry" I release my pain on paper, For this hurting heart to heal. I release my pain on paper, For this frozen heart to feel." - Me This book consists of a sad and lonely collection of poetry compos...
