Through the waves
of a northern sea
beneath the stars.
Twenty days
in the big cold sea
I lick my scars.
No one knows
why I am here,
floating here.
Water grows
but I don't fear.
Though he waits
me to live
within his cage.
Thousand rains
are his grief
not his rage.
I can't fall
but I'm down
rolling down,
and my goal -
to reach his ground.
My beloved
has sent here
his grey owl.
It did fly
over me
now I'm lone.
Secret's in -
why he hunts,
cruelly hunts,
for the queen
of his heart?
I will reach
his grey shore
and his wood.
As a witch
I'll cut sore
all their brood.
I shall find
under a pine -
the wise pine,
secret signs
made by rhyme.
As my slave
he will live
through the days.
Till the wave
takes me with
makes its lace.
I'll remind
to the Count -
my cruel Count
of the life behind
farther unbound.
Voyage to revenge
© Copyright: Оксана Малефисента Тихомирова, 2012
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