The waves cause a tenebrosity,
to clash against the sandy shore.
While the palm trees tussle at the wind;
beyond the ocean of nevermore.
And the blistering sand,
screams the seashells awake.
As it wonders what next, from land,
it will have to take.
And the crepuscular crabs,
spill away their morning clatter.
For all these portions,
to touch this golden platter.
And now this vixen goes,
the girl nobody knows.
Running into the ocean,
slipping swords into her potion.
With none to hear her cries,
none to succumb to her guise.
None but the angels who spy,
who find evil in her little lies.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
