Gatekeeper

A romanticized vision

of a vessel less solitary,

confined by brick and mortar.

 

The seas of green wave to me, 

longing for the treacherous journey.

 

I shan't wallow.

Yet, set sail

through cataclysmic corridors.

 

This hollowed machines fury; 

bring me life through tides wind.

 

Souls warmth eludes me.

A torch-less ember

abandoned in transfer,

cast down to the grip

of abysmic dwelling. 

 

I shall not follow

nor wait for you there.

As they continue to seek, and I long, 

I’ll lead them to my secret room.

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