12.3.16

Wind rain and hail battering the ship,

faint figure on the deck,

lost in the dark,

burning precious memories,

in a fire of green,

grabbing old box,

stroking the old lock,

mad,

slowly letting the box fall,

anger growing,

look at sad eyes of a dragon

Finds key unlocks dragon

Dragon shriek, flys off

Ties the steering wheel up,

Putting all gauges on full,

Putting turbines at breaking point,

Walks to throne and sits

the throne turns,

And faces the future.

By Angus