The waters once still and calm
Churned
Obsidian waves lapped
Against silver ribbons swirling in navy
The ocean silenced
Tsunamis turned into waves
Waves into ripples
The ribbons dipped low
The dance has ended
A golden coin is tossed
Bathing the world in crimson
Before fading to a sky blue
White dotting it's vision
A warm breeze sweeps over the surface
Of a now calm sea
Fantasial is a made-up word, which is basically an adjective for fantasy(fantasy like)
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
