Gemini’s bearing force
Dealt her life a twisting course,
Booting her South in a flick of time,
Hooking for decades, gripping, in strive.
But, beckoning her forth,
The Light House, at
South End, had heard her call.
Setting her sails to mast, and
Throwing overboard her twin’s, dark, force.
Ploughing her oars,
She, was, mightily, thanking, the Lord,
All the way, to
South End’s Esplanade,
And the Promenade.
Crossing ocean’s fluidity,
The, hazy sun sets, and fluxing opacity,
Resisting, the Siren’s alluring songs –
Those seducing Demon’s calls,
Sweetening, her anticipated Victory,
To end, her dreadful Odyssey.