SCENT OF SALT DECAY (war song)
Wave on wave.
How can anything
Stand against
This world of change?
The cliffs shake,
The moments judder.
It will all be overthrown.
It will all find surcease.
The movement will not stop.
The movement in the heavens.
The whispering rush of undertow,
The pouring sands into the depths.
What is set in motion
Will roll ever on.
We shall move from despair
Into empty lands
Yet not escape the roar of it.
They clamour and tumble
Towards the heights
And fall back broken.
Hollow caves are their hearts
Beating cold wrack and ruin.
The scent of salt decay.
—
simonhlilly 