Nomad Entry 18
The sea felt so ominous
From underneath the pier.
Crashing in like something broke,
Three sirens then appeared.
A glimpse of bark approached the shore,
A solemn swear of wreckage.
Nothing more then rotted wood,
And a captain lost at sea.
A fate I do not envy.
© daniellemilicaj
From underneath the pier.
Crashing in like something broke,
Three sirens then appeared.
A glimpse of bark approached the shore,
A solemn swear of wreckage.
Nothing more then rotted wood,
And a captain lost at sea.
A fate I do not envy.
© daniellemilicaj