A Calling

The ship had sunk

beneath the sea,.

And from the deep,

it beckoned me.


I followed suit,

beyond the foam,

to the place

it made its home.


And as I gazed

upon its tree,

an ancient soul

gazed back at me.


An armored soldier

glided by.

So it passed,

its head held high.


As it wandered

through the sea,

I heard it call.

It beckoned me.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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