draugr

by mark

With the lights of the world dimming down, I swim further and further into the horizon.

I lie here, where the waves forget to crest. Apt as I begin to forget myself, lost in the siren call of the sea’s raging in the distance.

Why are you so angry? What curse has fallen on your shores, that you insist on beating it mercilessly and with eternal vigour?

But you are not angry here, where I lay, floating in your heart of hearts.

Can you truly seek refuge with a storm?