SOS, Mayday: A sinking crew shrieks.
High and dry, low and fickle
The vessel is sinking faster than their voices
If only the sailors could cast a spell,
Say a prayer, or work a miracle
It's the dead of the night. No lighthouse,
No rescue vessel lies in sight.
Much farther inland,
There has never been a better time
For the aged scientist to reminisce
To ponder on the Golden Age,
When he had the Midas touch, above all
A time when new elements found breath,
When the very Elixir of Life,
Was reduced to its barest element.
Now, a literal inferno rages
In the dead of the night, no help in sight
For even before the Saturation,
Our Einstein has become dead with fright.
In a perfect, old world of dreams,
Help cometh like a comet, blazing and fast
A galloping chariot, in fact
Forming semi-circles over midnight castles,
Illuminating the sky of destiny
Attending to the needy with haste,
As all things should be.
But what happens when the Saturation
For both the sea and flames kicks in?
Will the night reform as a giant knight,
Ever ready to rescue?
Is the Moon also the night,
But in shining armour, draped as an angel?
May it be known to both classes,
Before time and fate prove effective.
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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...
