Beached Ebony

Black liquid luster

Dulled by pulling tide,

Gritty sand-fingers,

And stringy seaweed

Ebony sits upon

Wood littered,

Rock strewn,

Sand sloped beach

Grey rain-pungent skies

Reflected in unkempt

Noir visage

Cannot mute the rolling thunder

Keys and notes robbed

Of innocence and

Thwarted music is

Trapped in lonesome steadfast

Quicksand suckles

Slender charcoal legs

Giving slanted silhouette

To laughing waves

Wind pushes and tugs

Frantic and distraught

Upon hearing mournful cries

She wails realizing her impotency

Knowing time is short

He must succumb

She caresses keys

And kisses strings

It is not compensation

For warm passionate

Flesh fingers

But they are those which abandon

She has no eyes with which

To cry of the injustice

No heart

For his pleas to break

But she has voice

With which to speak

A cacophonous tempest
Of raw emotion

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