the pied piper
nothing is gained in a world of diminishing returns
the pied piper has retreated
the venom of treachery has returned to the flock
for millennia your vessel sailed freely
but now your sails have been emptied of wind
the rudder choked by the underwater weed
your directionless journey accompanied by serpents
all that surrounds you is visible yet transparent
near to the touch yet as distant as the stars
the sandy beach glows from afar
yet it is the brewing storm that will capsize your illusion
you have acquiesced to the gods of the underworld
demons which lurk beneath the ocean floor
the same fiends you thought impossible to exist
the ones that seek your soul
thank you,
joseph pede
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