The wrath of time has silenced the heart,
my eyes no longer see.
The beauty of life that bloomed at dawn;
ash, by dusk, at these feet.
Adrift in the storm and lost in thought,
the winds no longer sing.
Gales now destroy the love once whispered;
shattered by echoes’ ring.
Shadows of mem'ries hide in the mist,
taunting with lullabies.
Dancing in and out of my conscience,
replacing truths with lies.
Timbers are fractured and sails are torn,
Davy Jones is waiting.
Into the waters, seeking their depths,
pain now slowly fading.
© July 22, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic