Wooden serpents
Trade flames beyond the coast
In the horizon’s eye
Where the distance
Menacingly tremors

Thundering seas
Paint the skies with ember
Set ablaze with peril
Coated in crimson glory

Hopeless cries
Soar for the gilded coast
Encouraged by the hope
Of thoughtful passersby

The ever watchful
Bury their minds in shock
Holding firm to worry
As the flicker sprawls
And savagely feasts

The cannons simmer
And a cool dusk hails
In torrents of black
So murderous and heavy

Swallowing the fools
Cursed to quietly drift
To sail to the depths
Bereft of worldly sorrows