Blue Devils….a poem by Rackara

The sun has long set,

With whispers of the eerie night beset.

An early beautiful and warm horizon credited with the bulky dark,

Soft sails and simmering waves a sign to lay my mind to park.

The risen moon reflects the sun’s radiance,

A light after dark complemented with the ocean’s ambiance.

Waves tango to the siren’s summon,

Slowly drumming against this wooden ton.

A song of melodrama to boat.

A cool ocean’s breeze is afoot, 

Calming the nerves of men and bathing the skin of the fairer.

But a rusty whiff is in accompaniment tonight,

A map to mirror a river to a fall,

Memories of old sunken ships that stall.

The songs of the ocean’s riches carry a curiosity,

A history of tales and stories of centuries past,

Carried by the rivers, streams and gales that last.

The destination clear as day,

And the journey daring to fray.

Without peril it is not,

A delusion for naught.

Husbands, sons and brothers set sail,

Empty shells and skeletons return to bail.

Words not spoken,

Sights untold,

Prophecies of damnation foretold to unfold.

A flash of vividness to how I got down under,

A consumption of hunger,

Insatiable by meager plunder,

An excuse for one to ponder.

A force untenable by the mortal,

A creation destined for the immortal,

Am I not a mortal?

Mirages of thine heart’s desire,

Bereavement of my futures adrift,

An antique without an identity to fit.

Cast beyond to the unknown,

A path blunted in stone,

The butterfly effect shaped my black diamond soul.

A story draws to an end,

A boy reborn a fiend.

My sentence My biography,

Damnation is my symphony,

An intimate lullaby of corpses my choreography.