The faces of all those I killed
Appear in the briny waters so still
From the mists I can hear their wails
Shrieking and forceful as the gales
I try to block the ceaseless sonic flood
And notice on my hands the blood
Undrying like the undying around me
As crimson red as this fitful sea
My now-ended life knew crime
Crime that will echo through time
But time catches up with you
And what a price I pay for what I accrued
Somehow I realise: this is my damnation
Suffering eternal—most fitting retribution
And with every death knell of a bell
I sail closer to the shores of Hell
Ex Tempore LIX
M.M. — 28-Aug-2013
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