Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Wicked seas rode,

high yet low,

ashore the damnation given,

below the waters hidden,

a single martyr,

a feast to rejoice,

proclamations of a father,

when the mother is not carrying a son,

faded jingles,

we strive to see the moon,

perished with the dying,

a womb empty too soon,

a seeded disaster,

an ending lost,

we see,

you sung,

the work too long is gone..