The Beta's Daughter
Down the streets of woodland black
I wander, earth to hearse
In every tree I see a wave
A looming tidal curse
On the cusp of something greater
Stood ankle-deep in floodwater
Stagnant pools of brown and red
The onslaught is coming; I dread
For each dark night and each pearl day
The mist does clear too soon
The floodplain is drown’d again
The water, torn from its ocean womb
The sea it is within me
Even now I feel it still
I walk down those streets of blacken’d wood
I start, I sigh; at last, I feel
Stood face-to-face with my water’d hill.
“Oh,” murmured Samyak, his face scrunched up in thought. I wanted to soothe away the lines, to kiss away the blotted redness beneath his eyes, but I would sav
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