Sink beneath stars, into icy tacent lands
The world is a reflection, shattered ceaselessly
and mended only ever by her hands
Enter the yawning maw of the dim and thirsty deep
swim the frigid waters till the water is a mist
the potion of the seas upon the shore will creep
and the curtain will be parted by her stoney, frozen fist
The house does rise above, to house the world below
a roof of pinprick candles
through the door we all must go.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
Sink beneath stars, into icy tacent lands
The world is a reflection, shattered ceaselessly
and mended only ever by her hands
Enter the yawning maw of the dim and thirsty deep
swim the frigid waters till the water is a mist
the potion of the seas upon the shore will creep
and the curtain will be parted by her stoney, frozen fist
The house does rise above, to house the world below
a roof of pinprick candles
through the door we all must go.