Eshira

Muscles quiver, bound by harmonious forms the essence of the ancestors carved in ebony a laughing crescent arches over half-closed eyes in the mind the memory of distant spirits between chains and filth on the waves of a sea of flesh and blood the holds are filled stealing a youth still waiting to blossom the innocence of a game in the falling night the dawn that is born a moment a flower you never saw bloom a dream you cannot fulfil a day awaits you and you must play