It Calls for You
A Villanelle Poem
Bleed into that arduous, beckoning dark,
And keep close your chosen faith.
Sailing without sails on your barque.
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Hoping to find your ark
That may as well be looking through the ocean for a wraith.
Bleed into that arduous, beckoning dark.
*
And hear that hellish bark.
To you, yourself you must swathe.
Sailing without sails on your barque.
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To seize and capture your mark
In the unknown you must bathe.
Bleed into that arduous, beckoning dark.
*
You must be stark
Against the skaith.
Sailing without sails on your barque.
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Go. Embark.
Destiny's wheel spins on the lathe.
Bleed into that arduous, beckoning dark.
Sailing without sails on your barque.
About the Creator
K. Kocheryan
I write, delete, write, and on most days, delete again.
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