Longing for those words, that one phrase
sits fair Thessalonike, a tearful wail upon her lip
a salty sigh upon her breast.
Not one to be countered, she would live
for years on land, loving and championing
her brother, Alexander.
It was not until she became one with the thalassic mind
drowning herself despite her washed locks of life
magic in their immortality
that her true empowerment became known.
Is Alexander the king alive?
One phrase, one
only one could calm her seas
bring the besotted safe to harbor.
He lives and reigns and conquers the world.
Who could really believe there were no other interpretations
No life beyond the life of her love.
Bear it not, these words were tantamount
Or she would release the whiplashed storm
flailing sailors far and wide, wearing their skin far from their bones
It is to be so
Or sail to the bottom of the sea.