On the Island of the Gods
I. The Arrival
Cursed waves against the rotten wood
relentlessly refused to let my ship be
and drifted my direction to the unknown
through a rare sea before unwitnessed by me.
My soaked clothing weighed me down
but I refused to stop my fight,
to a safe land I would arrive
even if my life was led to an infinite night.
But in an instant darkness came
and my unconscious body floated away
barely surviving the will of the tides,
in a rocky shore I opened my eyes.
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Sean Paul Potterson
