Obliquity, a vessel found in ocean's depth
Framed with balloons and an antique mask
Granted wings and soared to such a height
Without the grip of frost or cold
And the wholesome glare of deadly flare
That rippèd through the ink black night.
So bleak, voyage one through night
Obverse to blue of endless depth
Rippled, lost above the blighted flare
Entwined the most red of mask
That embraced the warm and coming cold
Inevitable on the autumn height
Still fly! Rise to another height
So spoke the shadowed soul in night
Venture beyond the freeform cold
One with sleep and mindless depth
Engaged the rods behind the mask
And forbade the light to free the flare.
Beleaguer not, those fireworks will flare
Reaching the stars, that other height
Vermin left to dance with a mask
Cloud capped gold in wallowing night
And sunk beneath the ocean’s depth.
Obliquity, left to die with cold.
Though sight itself not formed in cold
Gloves of wind blowing the flare
Lay it down to rest in dreamless depth
That awake, molten poured from a height
Misunderstood by mountainous night
Emulating the disappearing mask.
Yet cast off the wicked parade of masks
Solely seeking to envelop one with cold
Isolated upon a cave within the night
So wreathed in whiteness of the flare
Still fly! Did you not see the fearful height
That swept the land below its depth
Obliquity, entrenched in mask and wrapped in flare
Battling vociferous cold and fleeting height
Passing swiftly through night and sunk in eternal depth.
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Submission Name: Untitled Sestina by Azuire
