§eashell Armies

The Priest Of Waves drowned and lost for days
Like a poem ghost reappears as though expected
Like aLA masquerade with robes of peacock shade
Magdalena was the first mermaid to see him ressurrected
Like a salty princess sailor dreaming in her Father's tower
She was waiting for his blessing/kiss/caress
There were strands of violet verdigris woven was her dress
For climb would he were she to jump, sound the Kings alarms
Seashell armies Marshall Ranks to keep her from his arms~




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Written on 2017-03-09 at 19:27

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