Velvety liquid, lit from within.
The hidden shadows that plot from the folds,
But what betrays the dark
And flees to the latte light?
Amongst the cream the winged creature rises.
A seraphim birthed from crimson.
What forces oppose so vehemently?
Tectonic plates without countries
Or continents.
Giants in their own right
On their own terms,
On their own.