Skeleton Island

Reveries, they keep us
Strong & unafraid
Clean when ground gets dirty
Clear when pictures fade
They keep us on a right path
When our feet have strayed

On iron sands of distant lands
To which the swords & hearts were bound
A spirit was left to roam
& his body was never found

The stillness captured in a tale
A blue quill on a paper torn
& legends once more come to life
A human dies – a god is born

To be remembered
To be saved
From wheels of time that grind to dust

the monuments
the words engraved
that praise valor & wanderlust

& to be known
to those that come
by right & wrong paths that we paved

by battles lost & wounds still fresh
& titans shackled & enslaved

By lives that we have dreamt of
& new places that we craved

They remain buried, hidden, lost
While being carried on every wave

Yet still alive, their shadow looming
Over an empty, unmarked grave

The coast is sleeping
Only horizons bring the tale
Of harbors that still sing our songs
& flames that still long to burn

The coast is weeping
But there will be no one to hear
For those who found its cursed ground
Were destined never to return

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