The day.
An aquatic desert.
Life all but gone in this bright blue.
But there you hear it, as you float through the sea of sapphire.
The soft call of trumpets.
The strumming hum of strings.
All blending together as best they could.
Tepid, calm.
Liminal, even in dissonance.
Though wary you were.
Of a light like sun.
Up to the surface you went, head to bob above the below.
Sickly was this shimmer.
The tranquil song revealed a sinister intent beneath.
A haze cleared to reveal the nightmare.
The angel of bleak dreamscapes.
Fear not, said the angel.
A body creaking and unfurling more horrific appendages.
Dainty arms caressed an agape jaw.
A touch contrasting the gore.
Left with the mark of the ruined.
The day held nightmares.
Just as the night cradled whimsy.
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Sunrise or Sunset: The Sea of Sapphire
PoetryPleasantMajority here. Some of you may have somehow read my first solid venture into poetry: Sunrise or Sunset: The garden of hugs. Others are new. In this collective I intend on taking my visitors into the depths of the ocean. All the way from the...
