You’ve Flown Your Colors

It never begins this way

but how the web you’ve woven

entraps me more

with every move.

All I wanted was to serve

and fulfill my duty

to you.

But you uncoil,

your colors flying high

like a Jolly Rodger,

my demise is on the horizon

Oh Pacific,

the whip sting you’ve

lashed into me

I will bear for life,

a memento from you,

I didn’t know I needed.

Your scythe has left its mark,

and now I see you,

the blindness once

in my eyes has lifted

and only black death do I see

in your eyes

where once was love.

- Samual Curtis