By The raging storm, bellowing in darkness
The wild sea, severing for battlefield;
As the father of one roars his thunder,
As the brother of other screeches.
Calamity! calamity! calls out to me
An alibi trapped in a hut by the sea.
The shieldmaiden, bearing the name Minerva
The trident wielding king named Neptune;
Clad on their nature-given garb of skin,
Clad in a fury of rage and passion.
A sight of an endless ouroboros of two heads
Beheld by me with a poetess inside the shed.
The spark of melody ignited a tale from the poetess
Of Spirit and body, bondage at will emancipated by fate;
A tale of two mortals in blood and flesh,
A tale of the stone man and the burning lady.
Tither, the waves rose up and up
Their hands touched at times while their eyes locked.
The fire showed the twinkle of an eye when one beheld th’ other
Exchanges of poetry pried deep into souls of the other;
Cupid arrow struck heart filled with amour,
Phoebus’ lyre plucked augured a doomed love.
Tither, the waves swallowed the maiden, and the king
Ritual of battle complete, letting the poetess’ fire sing.
The fire erupted into their final waltz on a burning brimstone
Before the stone-man and the burning lady died in smoke;
They were poisoned the moment they made love to poetry,
They died the moment they drank the soup of forever.
I wept with the poetess to hear of their tragedy
For, it was not a dream within a dream but a fragment of a dream of reality.
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