Beacon
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1 min readMar 7, 2015
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Beheld
Though never held
He healed
What hold the darkness had upon her.
She could not keep at bay
So, her eyes on him
Met her reckoning.
Unmade
Remaining naught of what she was
His fleeting twilight
No longer beckoning.
Yet something shared rested
Asea.
Her sole survivor.
Fog tells
Her fear
To travel back
Beyond view one last time
But homeward
Ever homeward
Are her driftwood memories
Carried
With her humanity
Until both rest ashore.