By: Kaitlin A

A Red Flame on the Horizon

Part 1

The Sea

The sea is a mysterious thing.

It prides the ships that sigh and sway

On its lovely rolling waves.

It is angry when a storm comes up

Dares to challenge its authority.

The storm rages across not daring to usurp

To that lofty sea.

It rocks and swings a ship around

Once prided to be found

On its sleepy falling waves

Now crushing upon its sides.

All of the sudden there is quiet

The ship rocks to and fro

Hours pass by

A little cry

Is heard out upon the waves on that prideful sea

On its prized possession its jewel on the horizon.

Once tossed now cradled.

A small face among blankets of white

Pale yet new as its stares up at shining eyes smiling down upon

Her.

Tufts of hair flow behind tiny ears

Blazing red as a flame

Cream and cinnamon put together to give the sea a gift.

She grows like a flame growing stronger

Her hair flows about her as she climbs up the rigging

Of the Lady’s Wish

Her mother’s gone yet her memory remains as long as the sea

Is rolling on by.

The maiden with the head of fire and spirit like a flame

The pride of her father

And the sea.

Serena.