by NikoRad

Created on: October 22, 2009   Last Updated: October 30, 2009

AS SHE SLEEPS

Beneath the golden water,

This aquatic aurous lea,

This undulating mirror's facade

Absorbs the rays of the beating sun.

And deep beneath reflection

Of the glorious sky above the sea

Submerged in silent sanctuary

La Beaute Eternelle

This maid of timber, wooden princess,

Majestic even in her grave

What cruel fate was it that to you gave

Bereavement in a coral casket?

Indeed, 'tis a tomb of noble grandeur,

Furnishings more precious than metals or gems,

Nestled in the midst of a watery realm,

Rotting remains in a blanket of life, tightly hemmed.

Your kingdom now is a spectrum of existence,

Flourishing banners of ruddy vermilion,

Iridescent chartreuse, sanguine azure,

Motley orange, and vivacious lavender hues make

Townships, hamlets, and solemn chateaus,

A rainbow that springs from the oceanic floorboards.

Aesthetics beyond imitation of mortals,

Nature's prowess first sculpts the beauty to put our efforts towards.

Shells like cobblestones litter the streets

Tiny hovels, some occupied and others abandoned.

Though not luxurious, shelter they do lend

From the unforgiving world that bends to no prediction.

On the alley corners, maniacal crabs keep watch

Ready to scramble for morsels the careless fish drop

As they skitter from markets, and stores, and rocky theaters,

Their intentions simple in a world of "proceed" and "stop."

Crowds of fleshy scarlet skirt the hamlets in search

Of the sick and the mangled, of easiest food

Whilst in dark crevices below, yellowed eyes softly brood

Observing the massacre, biding time for the scraps.

Suddenly, patrols of sharp fins cut dark shadows over the town

All commotion ceases, as stricken panic freezes time's flow

The law silently passes over, ignoring beneath it the woe

Of ten thousand tenants paralyzed in full show.

Does any dare dismiss this daunting adversity

To escape across the environs of this erratic empire

And instead find a more fulfilling future, less dire

Than living in fear of the world above.

The constant bustle and hustle of nature's routine

Must at some point become dull in a life lived by struggle.

Eat or be eaten, fight or take flight,

Black and white choices for a world trademarked by color.

This is your kingdom, your blessing and curse,

While life fills you up, it rots away your frail skin

And so the claim is upheld, as it is again and again

Time vanquishes all, fighting with a poison-tipped

End.

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