With flicking tail the ethereal being
Is one with the surrounding aquamarine.
Pearls loaned its hues to the
Local opium eaters
Who prophesized revolution.
Thriving on life here, the fluid is rich.
Nature in accordance and perfect harmony,
The sun, that being we love and hate;
The moon, creatural in its starry realm;
The birds, the fish, the sand and trees;
All silently singing an overture.
Delicate beauty,
Lace woven from life,
Strands of names and voices, so ornate.
An intruder comes, encompassing the underworld.
Simpler, a false god wearing
Philosophers’ shoes.
Carving patterns in the atmosphere,
The world is in delight.
It’s a sweeter nectar than
Eden’s apple.
Soon dissipating with the tide,
Stolen by earth’s machine,
The myth must revert
To old habits,
Old nutrient,
Ancient sustenance;
The wont of those with her tail.
Now unaccustomed to
The three-charactered goddess
She frantically, manically thrusts
Her form onto the sand
To become a withered remnant
Of magic. |
Submission Name: Withered Majesty
