Sky-
Ruptures with melancholy sending down a million drops,
Sought to rejuvenate what has been deemed lost.
I set my eyes on the brightest pearl-
I set my eyes on the final thought of us.
The change, its turbulence, hindering the highest monks.
Land cleaves, lightening bolts-firestorm from the sun.
The chopper sinks, limiting all hope,
All the artefact lunged to its mother's womb.
Harbouring all  ships below the leg of the mourning mountain,
They sing a song to their father-judgement disbanded.
While space is distorted, the land gets barricaded,
The dreams of the lost child thinly evaporated.
Still held, still clutched- the ashes in the sky.
Me and my pearl, we sail past the twilight.
Held under my *****, sharing warmth amid the ordeal.
We rode home in our chariot beading a farewell to the unseen.
All that, and their greed slowly dispersing as clouds.
What remained was love that glimmered throughout.