Cerulean
My blue sea
snatched away
two daggers and
a spade
spilt more than
the blood mixed
in grime, crawling
floorside, outside
shoreside, high tide
the sun's high
five pairs of eyes blind
shallow shore blue
easy enough to
break inside
pearls and hearts
watching treasure
fall from the throat
of my bride
married in nine lives
to the oceanside
sailing dreams into
the horizon
and now dying
in cerulean lighting
three pairs of eyes
panic, terror and
quickly vacant
decimated across
ten thousand pages
of torment and pain
Never a more furious
storm than anguish
and rage
as my blue sea
left from me
the beach turned
disaster
as the weather
stormed
in faster
crimson turned
the rain
the wind
howled
snapping countless
spines and worthless
backs of the feeble mudane,
thunder
blared
blinding judgment,
pale justice claiming
right from the wrong
the sea, a woven song
and bloodied dove,
pale innoncence
robbed, forsaken
and then
tides of blood
hollow the winds
now
fleeting are the
sounds
forty years and now
terror
gave way to
the
greatest calm
that ever came
and the skies were
cerulean
