The tide before me not so calm; seeping through the structure we are standing on.
Providing a reflective glimpse of a distant shore invading the adjacent rooms
Rippling in the current; Natures working canvas breaths and crawls above me
Continuously feeding, no matter how prepared we are
Choking with the furious wind surrounding my gear
Projecting myself through the crimson hughs that consume the path ahead
Contained by battles of karma; Devils and Angels have grasped my layers
Stripping me of my armor; lack of pressure in my lines
Peaceful surrender before me as the amber hugh dies
She is expired only leaving a path of charred remains of what used to be a family’s home
We toss out the window; debris of their life to clear the now damp and swollen domain
Mount up to refresh and report, awaiting our next battle in hell, with another bell.