The breeze encased in iron
Uneasy sighs as the justice of morrows past, eclipse the scolding moonlight of a native sun.
Redemption through excellence.
Restriction by obliteration.
The Lake stood still for years.
Only the passing rain caused a shiver.
When will the maiden voyage return?
Above whispers of neglect.
And silent hateful signs of affection.
While at sea I saw her.
While away, Like a stone I've sat.
In the darkness.
Her laughter is all she wrote.
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