Forked
Tongue
Venomous serpents. Black teeth black mouth black words.
All these things have been spewed from your essence.
Your words hang in the air like a deep dark fog.
You make ships crash in shallow ports.
All the things you hold dear are vain thoughts of magnificent glory.
You care of no other than your own broken ship.
This ship could be easily repaired if you trusted the ones who have
saved you in your time of need, your shipmates.
Foul beast, have you no soul?
Are you the bringer of the plague?
The bugs upon your body bring us great pain.
You could have brought us peace. Like you have so many other
nights.
These were times of merriment.
The time in which you were not a foul beast you were a savior in
disguise.
Will you ever travel on those wings of light again?
Have you lost your wings at sea? Upon the silvery clouds.
Find those wings again so we can transcend this earthly plane.
Our skies are in the world of the silvery moon.
Where all is dark yet every thing’s illuminated.
Every thing sparkles with wondrous energy.
This is where we are if you are not afraid of all you’ve learned.
If you are afraid to die in the world where the sun shines too bright-
ly,
Stay in the world of hate and unkindness.
Come along if you wish to sail again.
