Resilient Soul

Salute of guarded moon,

whispers faint to night.

Amongst a quilted mourn,

weep stars cold at sight.

Reckoning wields its mist;

velvet tides press weigh.

Forsaken is a lighthouse,

against the roaming stray.

Novice man wails shriek;

anchor pledges dive.

Within her growling smile,

fear shall breed alive.

Plundered thud hits sink;

farewell bids the mast.

Engulfing threads of ocean,

stitch fate in darkened cast.

Mercy, mercy cries;

yelps of those who flee.

Courage left their heart,

for frightened they so be.

But brave is hand at helm;

the one who won’t abide.

Endeavoured to persist,

with honour and held pride.

In face of pending dread,

resolve will stand to find.

Upon the ploys conspired,

valour shall knit to bind.

The wreckage falls to bed,

but gallant nerve leads role.

Oppression failed to break,

a strong resilient soul.

©Brett Kristian 2019