Distant Shore

Through my scope, I see a ship
Rise on a distant shore.
Her sails all ragged, tattered, torn,
Rotted, battered, weather-worn.


Giant swords of jagged stone
Have pierced her wooden heart.
Life all gone, now beached alone,
The Fates have done their part.


Massive arms of rugged rock
Rally ‘round her fast.
Their embrace keeps holding her,
Afloat. – A mighty task.

Illustration and poem by RKO

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