Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Blue Sea

Once an empire
Enchanted with wisdom,
Blessed with technology,
Bestowed upon civilization of complex nature,
United with sister stars above.
An oracle spoke the vision-
No prosperity lasts long.
Soon, dispersed into ruins of empty value,
Sinked into a sea of sombre grey and desolate depth
A grace of voices
Binded in agony of a burning hell.

Around the gloomy lagoon of a shallow grave,
One could hear the whispers of the Sirens
Above their dissolved homeland,
Blanketed in indigo.
Swimming
In a ring of collision marked rocks.

Their calls of deceit,
Is a chorus rendering voyagers
Into an illusionary paradox
False, misleading they have it as their trait.
A fully soluble seduction able,
In a glimpse, dilute consciousness
Into a nightmare for lost souls.

Heart so cold,
As cold as the water the're bounded to.
One moment,
A breeze brought along
A prophecy of their bewitching schemes.
An untranslated warning,
No one to decipher,
Based with waves with spotted glooms.
Backgrounded with reefs poisoned
By the venom of luminous scales
Bathing in the waters.

Their incredible voices
Battles to extract sanity
Deals the ultimatum to any trespasser
To contract as their companion forever
Banked and buried deep down
As pets to those tainted and wicked,
Camouflaged with divine beauty
And angelic tones
Above a fallen name--Atlantis.

By 7 spades

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