The waves pass by
Watching the butterfly.

The light rises over the flat earth
Saying her vows.
Columbus would be proud.

The wind caring the ground's kiss,
Salty and bitter on the lips.

The saline taste of Adam's ale
Inspiring a fairytale.

Hell's floor
Scattered among the shores,
Hiding their corps.

Apollyon counting the score
From the spoils of war.

The forms in the clouds
Dancing for the crowds.
Plato would bow.

Humanity lost in it's beauty,
Waiting for the Angel's duty
To take them away from life's cruelty.