The Ocean Floor


Green pastures flow through endless seas of yellow
Waves crashing through the rock of the bellowing below
Death underneath the heat of the perfectly forged metal
Torn curtains hanging off of the rotting mantle
Strong quakes and powerful winds
More taken than given
Boats floating, then no more
And then death all along the ocean floor

Black and red rise above
No more owl, no more dove
Dusk is now in the new
Dawn found home in the skew
The needles have vanished
The moon has disappeared
The leaves have fallen
The blade has dulled
The curtains burned
And then silence all along the ocean floor

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