Red. A mortal's beloved colour.
An avalanche of emotions, incursive passion;
Injected into the veins,
From the syringe of nostalgia,
Jolting a mortal back to calmer times;
Age of a tranquil island with calmer tides,
Is this an hallucinogen, or a tranquilizer?
Red. The colour of the roses in its meadows.
The underlying template of the map;
Map of Velvet, akin to the heart of a mortal.
It was a city void of noise, of toxic waste,
Of clandestine, inimical intruders;
It was the height of mordern civilization-
Atlantis Reborn.
It was the Agora. It was the Academy.
It was everything a mortal never asked for.
But now, a mortal must depart.
Red. The colour accompanying sirens.
For the city is crumbling from far below-
The roses are withering; noise, deafening.
Tranquillity is now a Medieval relic.
Even older: a Holy Grail.
Like the city and its map, a mortal's heart...
Words cannot even capture the havoc within.
Brought upon peaceful citizens by wolves,
Prowling every nook and cranny,
Looking for who to devour and reconstruct
In their own crooked image.
Red. The colour closest to fire. The fire.
Blazing in the heart; letting go is torture
Blazing externally, in the highway,
For a mortal must pass through the Inferno
To get a glimpse of the vague world beyond.
A mortal's stay was great while it lasted,
Now, the bridge behind will be eroded.
Wolves of vitriol and venom are the victors
Yet, the mortal sojourner has found peace.
That, perhaps, is the ultimate victory.
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Velvetrip
PoetryVelvetrip is a multi-layered, intricately written collection of fifteen poems, which address the following themes, among others: Moral Ambiguity, Entitlement, Pride, Peace, Cowardice, Conflict, Greed, Social Crisis, Nostalgia, Rediscovery, Revival...
