Flotsam on the diamond sea
so picture perfect I had to paint it.
The sanguine moon captured my eye
and crushed me on the doom of sailors.
Anger turns to saddness
the further swept along the floor,
it's more like maddness than a quick disease
left flailing on the shore.
I chased your shaddow to the waters edge,
that ledge it pledged to do me in.
I followed and was swallowed
I forgot I couldn't swim.
And now the day is blessed,
the sun so warm,
so bright
the light protects me.
But nighttime always follows
with its grim claws to collect me.
Here I am,
come see me come and gauge,
your looks your deeds to mine.
Within without in truth in doubt
and grace of your design.
In tides of brine my pickled deeds
sit ready for their spring.
Come in, I'll show you what it takes
to be the little king.