Of ships, water, hatred and blood
My heart is a gloomy bay
That harbores the ships of the sadnesses
Playfully in their sails' way
Do the septentional winds find happiness
I peared through the inner sky
The horizon to witness with mine eye
carrying in it's flancs
The cursed daughters of Eve's ranks
For they were ships.
Inumerable ships.
To the rythm of time's melodie
Escorted by darkness
Clothed in melancolie
They entered the bay of the dawnless
And harboring there, each empties it's belly,
Each empties it's bitterness, each empties it's fury.
'Till my cup runneth over, leading way to flood
Of ships, water, hatred and blood.
Reason for writing:
the mother of the sorrows
Birth sign: Cancer
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