Moher

by Stephen Paden

I climb against the high winds on moors and hills
while seas rupture against the walls
the white fades into mist; the way I eventually feel
I fall into winds so high on moors and hills
while seas crash into halls
the long dead rooms where knights often knelt
I rise against winds on high moors and hills
while legions of dead roam the land
an image of soulless land
I fall against the flood on high moors and hills
while the sea consumes the world
the green surrenders to black; an image of the darkness in me

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