A Distant Shore


Gaze towards the horizon,

and witness the setting sun who spills his light upon the water, a shimmering mirror, glittered with orange and gold.

From the distance sweeps a warm breeze. The wind howls, or not! It indeed carries the scent of the sea and burning things.

Flames lick the sky and the wind carries the cries of Troy. Day turns to night and the sun has not yet set. There above grows a blanket of smoke and shadow.

The waves crash upon the shore and break the sounds of death. The sea is roiling and the birds have all gone.

Lo! Stand upon the shore and listen to the howling wind

as you gaze towards the scarlet horizon.

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