Desolate
melancholic
mournful
tolling
grey waters
pierced
bell rings
striking metal
roiling
seas rise
tides flood
no longer receding
turning ever inward
encroaching
mankind
driven
back
ever back
plots of tiny land
all around
water comes
creatures
long forgotten
rearing
myths alive
death
constant
if caught out
alone
unaware
hunter
now
hunted
time
time
time
time
and again
shaking heads
reminded you were
of folly
of cultivating wealth
over repairing damage
past reparations
made
for sins of your father
destroying our world.
©August 19/20
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