rocks leave trapped
the spectral skies
as Ophelia screams
the thief in white.
a farm bell
tolls, siren
lights appear
at the top row
of trembling
Mediterranean fears

there is no power
so great,
says she
to tame
the thieves
of these odyssean seas
to thwart the lords
who deceive
and leave their kingdoms
displeased, who keep
the blind
they’ll rise up
and see

And yet,
through all
the misfortunes,
the grime and rust
And all the oaths
broken, the one-
sided lusts
she walks
on a trail
of settled dust

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