Death By The Sea Poem by Korupi Murrenus

Washed away by your black-bidden realm.
Limbs motioned like a dead wooden elm.
Inside, deep salt encrusts your cold lips.
While the rough of your flesh the coral did kiss.
It was your request, your wish perhaps.
But now your soul is lost in the maps.

It's the way you wanted it, they say.
For you to sink into the dark of day,
and the light by night.
The thought gives one a menacing fright.
Forever gone, and out of all's sight.
It was your request, your wish perhaps.
But now your soul is lost in the maps.

But you're accepted now, in the dark of the day,
and the light by night.
The sea life is delighted, by your calm, cold sight.
Your at peace, eased of your pain.
Whereas our tears, they do make the rain.
It was your request, your wish perhaps.
But now your soul is lost in the maps.

The fish will sing,
the coral will ring.
The salt of the sea brings a good sting.
As you begin to sink,
No longer living.
Your soul is said to be lifted,
As your body has drifted
deeper and deeper,
higher and higher.
We did not wish for that painful death toll.
But yet you still sing with flesh dark as coal.
It was your request, your wish perhaps.
But now your soul is much higher than the maps.