Miranda Coventry

 To those who dwell in you

Even the sea has bad days,

that even he has existential crises

fills with Oceania and overflows

Regret, I assure you, regret

the victims made in his arms,

The murder of people and houses.

That a man can be made of fears,

of fears.

And you can be cornered,

 Without being called a coward

The virtue, the attitude is

in the courage to take it on

and not in levity 

to continue to do so.

Do you want to claim appeals?

You can do it,

I'm distracted.

I Assemble the Council of the Gods

And I hide in one of your wings.

I'll be your executioner, I promise.