*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2258623-That-Old-Targa-Monster
Rated: E · Poetry · Folklore · #2258623
The first song I ever wrote in a Celtic style, from a sea monster legend I grew up with.
That Old Targa Monster

Tales from your father, the ship stayed in harbour,
A rusted old martyr,
That once was a home.
This old targa monster that swims underwater,
It ain’t real, does that stop her,
From swallowing us whole?

Tell facts from the others, the truth of our brothers,
We’ll tear at one another,
Until the pieces are so small.
This washed up old user, smiles clean at the future,
Says he’s sure that you’ll lose her,
And walks away all tall.

Embrace the grandeur, shift faces and pander,
Lie loud and slander,
And hang by your word.
If dead men can’t suffer then living is harder,
We’re growing apart or,
So I’ve heard.
If deceit is a virtue in a world gone all see-through,
It’s a tired wooden lean-to,
Where you’ll end up alone.

Tales from your father, the ship stayed in harbour,
A rusted old martyr,
That once was a home.
This old targa monster that swims underwater,
It ain’t real, does that stop her,
From swallowing us whole?
© Copyright 2021 StrangelyColouredDog (spiderwebs at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2258623-That-Old-Targa-Monster