the vicious home

I dream of one day walking down
A stoney path amidst the bleak
and dewy downs of salty wind
That leads me to the peak 

A quiet pond of fortitude
Where shadows live alone
and spread across the mellow face
of the fishes’ home. 

In sitting there, I’d sing a song
And weep a little pleasantly

For I’ll have left the vicious home
and see you presently.