Several seagulls dance across the sky
Weaving in between the clouds as
The glowing red Sun begins its descent.

Hovering atop the sand, she
Points her toes and executes a
Grand Jete

The last of the Sun’s rays light up
Her flowing crimson skirt.

I regret holding hands
Of those who could not be mine :
Only to desert them and be deserted in the middle of nowhere.
And when I found you, I did not want to desert and be deserted again.

Regret feels like a landslide
Loosening stones from strong, solid mountains --
I  do not want to feel it with you.

I want our seasons to be as pure as a crystal waterfall;
No terror of storms or landslides should haunt me.
The stormy seas of the Past made up of my tears
And the tears of others deserted : let them recede
As I walk on the golden shores of the Present with you.

I wasn't sure what to make
of this intergalactic space war.
With flying soldiers in old tobacco tins
and bullets made out of fingers.
I took it upon myself, I suppose
to conscript to this chaos,
upon the fluffy terrain.
Some sort of tyrannous Tyrannosaurus,
with a purple top hat
had taken over the bunk bed fort.

I'd made up my mind.
The only thing for it was a straight "Neeeeee-owwwwwwww"
into the back of the villainous lizard.

My comrade in arms however,
felt I wasn't quite suited for this rampant combat.
Although, his reason I didn't quite agree with;

"You're doing it wrong" he said, rather patronisingly.

I guess my little cousin is less of the kamikaze type and more of the tactical warfare nature.

This, my love, is the city of sin,
This is where I am captured in.
Come, take my hand and walk with me.

Here’s the veil I use for other’s eyes,
So none should think me sinful and surmise
That I am the denizen of the darkest sea.

A white veil to cover a soul of blame?
You look at me and ask for my real name.
Which of Satan’s conquests may I be?

There’s my home: that’s a vanishing spire
My  years burn in smoke and pyre
You wish to rescue but there’s no key.

To save me, that’s your sole desire?
Are you the moon to which I aspire?
Come, leave my hand and you are free.

Why do you not listen to me?
You wish to rescue, but is there a key?
For  I am the denizen of the darkest sea.