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Turtle Under the Moon 9-10-16 I scurry through the sand, Frantically flapping my floppy flippers Trying to reach my sea of safety; A haven that shares the tranquillity of a moonlit ocean night With the protective power of a tsunami. The seagulls circle, Picking off the weak one by one; I know they will get me soon – No matter how fast my flippers flap – So I lag behind As my heart throbs through my being And I struggle to breathe. I’m tired of flapping, Of scurrying and searching for my sea With only the smell of salt to guide me. These winged beasts of burden have broken me, And I cower as they fly closer and closer Un

Will you remember time of old And golden lonely shore That was before Akallabeth, Downfall of Numenor? The land of dawn turned to the dusk And bowed to darkened spell, For questions that should have been asked Into the silence fell... Vast powers of the Isle of Star Could conquer all the world, Though glory, fame which spread so far Could not resist a word... You couldn't think that you'd obey, But lie did well its part; We know that our life is game, But this turned out hard... Now broken, fallen like a knight Who can't make final stand: Your world became eternal night, For there's no dawn for land. Now only water flows through here An