Her keel lie just beneath the surface
smashing ocean waves, no challenge
Queens high rise sails set.
the deck, sole keeper of star guided secrets
crafts soon too be of brothers and sisters,
will conquer the unforgiving night.
Beaten wood whisper salty verse
waving sails mimic submission flags;
set on the looking glass in the crows nest
captain to the world waters
Queenly;
conceived
Maiden voyage seeking riches;
a
Poor mans guardian.
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Author:
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