Lethowsow, The Drowned Land

You will drown as you dream of me,

a lost land that still demands sacrifice.

I am not your soft, spoiled meadows

under the dreaming crystal meres,

but a landscape of rage barely chained

you will never know or reckon with.

Under the sea, my green land remaining,

frozen under ten thousand tides

that have passed since I died.

Unmapped, I abide between shore

and the unknown horizon.

Exactly as I last drew breath, my turrets,

dykes and spires point to the sky

no longer known to me. 

I secretly allow your dream eyes

to uncover my contours.

In your changed tongue

I am the unblessed Lyonesse

calling out to you,

a want you cannot express,

the breathless life from 

a deep lost time. 

Once I was under the sun,

now I have the whole weight

of the ocean upon me.

But the water could not 

dilute the grief or dissolve

the sin that left me here.

I envy the air in your lungs,

the sunlight that heals you, 

my silence seeping into your mind

as a lure to tempt you

to unbidden depths.

Lethowsow, I am,

home of the deep drowned,

that does not need

the burden of your care.