Lost tales

The words broke the silence of the sky
letting down rain to pour
with lights flashing up so high
to the drowning soul.
My goodbye waves
didn't stop the ruins of the shore
when it was broken by the ocean waves
to create the years show.
The ghost of sea creatures were seen
by the eyes of those who were to become the sacrife of world sin.
The tales were told
scary, and some filled with smiles
now forgotten for being old
if only they could remain far a mile.
The broken toy
of my childhood
that brought me joy
where I didn't understood
then.
Is now the the key to my broken heart
and every day it hurt.
Tears shed now frozen
in the hearts of those broken.