The waters have calmed,
a contradictory statement
comparing to the inner sanctum's
water in turmoil.
Clear blue crystal waters filter
through the golden sands that
transform from pure bound beauty
to blackened ink and gravel stone.
Cool black dirt,
moist and fragrant,
rich in nutrients
is only the surface.
Beneath the rich soil
lays molten rock,
furiously melting,
burning consuming.
Upon the surface
lays smiles and laughter,
but in her leaden heart
burns pain and tugs hell.