“Beneath the waves”
One to take
and one more to give.The sword hand shakes,
drives up the stakes and
down the will to live.
Perfect asymmetry
in beauty from the start,
doomed all to be a mimicry,
right hand on the heart.
In peace I sleep forI am bound to hallowed hall,
Do not weep for those left cheap
with no where left to fall.
And call to me beneath the wavesBecause down here all is true.
For it’s we who braved an early grave
and were born again anew.
-Devin Ott
Poetry for the Hunt 