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