Lost
Waves beat on the shores of jagged beaches
Like the sound of drums
Like strings of the finest hair screech and scratch at the rocks
The gulls’ hoarse from calling to the sea
Rapid beating of hearts in tune with cries of a vessel
Collision
Celestial fires of the empyrean region
Peek from the grayness of an obsidian sky
Molten sounds wrap the borders of the forsaken boat
The waters calm, whispering their doom
The storm passes
Leaving a man stranded
On the soft shores, cloud-like sand
He bawls and bellows for ghosts long dead
Panic escapes his throat
Replies cease
Corrupted silences fall
Cries erupt like magma escaping
From a stone prison
Mourning comes
Day breaks
Nothing but the tempo of the
Waves fill his mind
Hush, Hush
Memories plague his world
Cold, Frozen like the wasteland of a Lost Kingdom
Then a glimmer of hope
Children
Wife
“I am coming home”
Imprints disappear from the pearlescent sands
As the green waters wash them away
Wisps sheppard him to their haven
Rays of colored dust billow around their figures
Whispers of Wisps
Prophecy of a Lost Soul
To be Found
A key
A key to home rests in a single challenge
A dual
A dual with champion of Nemesis
Metal clash and clang
Porous liquid seeps through torn fabric
And with the hand that strikes
On the Fates’ threads
The man stands, soles deep within
Dead flesh
The Earth cries
Victory
The Gatekeeper walks, treads on the ground
The man acquires the key
The key to open the Heavenly Gates
They appear, Wife and Children
Radiant innocence follows their path to
Father and Husband
