Moved On

Dead and dying. Lost at sea.
The harmony had turned into a storm.
A turbulent infinity that swarmed
with demons living in the shadows.

An unearthly glow of red arose.
The lust without the love.
Terror gripped the meaning of
the essence they had spent.

Forgotten, all the freedom sent
to live on other shores.
They couldn't quite imagine
what the future held in store.

Gray skies clinging to the threat
of lightning's imminence.
A hush that fell into their souls.
A roar before the rage of sin began.

Dead and dying. Lost at sea.
Death their only equity.
One, and then another,
they moved on...

? Michaelette ?

5/4/2003
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