A Warning to the Seafarers

The cursive of my hand deceives,
with it’s gentleness;
The uproar of my heart,
is concealed behind,
the slopes and curves;
You will be swept,
by the tides,
of this sea
even as it unrolls,
one wave at a time;
Washed up through the castles,
and rocky shores, alike
these waters,
are in throes;
Sinking all boats,
leaving no one alive.

© soulreserve 2015

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