When fidelity is the key,
And it isn't done for a fee.
Then, it is bound to be free.
Let it sanitize a Kraken freak.
We will sing our success stories long.
And dance to the tunes of many a song.
But, just like a moth, we do not see.
And it seemed we were afloat at sea.
Stay the tears of an uncommon man.
And slay the blame for the apiphobia.
Say, now we are stung here and there.
Today, we stay calm to be ourselves.
We will not quit the game the wicked started.
Our hands and feet tremble our hearts pound.
At the bank of the rivers, rested souls laid down.
They await he who comforts the tender-hearted.
Now hear quietened words of hope.
Surrender to overcome a death blow.
For at long last, we lived and coped.
And now, we have defeated the foe.
The Kraken, a Scandinavian folklore legendary sea monster and modern cryptocurrency, visualizes a large frightful creature, versus unreasonable fear of small things like bees are tamed by fidelity. The souls are rested by the river with confidence and awaiting hope in the final judgment to defeat the foe.
Quatrain on point. Thanks
The poem is set as a quatrain. Do you mind using the 4 line stanza throughout the poem for consistency?
I could not follow the Kraken theme and apiphobia in 2 &3 stanzas? Please clarify for me.
When did we defeat the foe? In death??? They souls are already rested?
This is yet again another good poem showcasing your creative use of words and rhyme!