Crystal blue lake,
Shaped like an earthquake,
Surrounded by royal purple flowers,
And royal misty yellow shadows.
There is no end to your beauty,
In return no end to your disaster.
Crawling along the lips of every leaf,
That feeds on every living breath,
Of your dazzling light majestic waves,
Are drips of your everlasting love,
That almost every creature thirsts after,
Baby scorpions,
Delight in the twilight,
Before the sun arise.
My eyes set, an engraving gaze.
Everything caught on fire but you.
Flames, ashes, and black mist,
Soaring through the skies.
I can see you, and the reflection in my eyes,
Inside your craving waters.
Beautiful, sound, soft, I can hear you still,
Gently moving through a disaster,
That I cannot stop on my own,
It’s not humanely possible.
I can hear the creatures,
The scorpions I can feel,
Crawling up my spine.
The fire creating,
An unnatural twist of events,
Then you arise.
I can feel it now in my eyes.
Nothing comes out,
Except my reflection.
Like looking through a cold glass mirror,
Smudges, far from the horizon.
I see you trying to get everything out of me,
But there were more screams.
Teardrops in the light,
That were on the horizon.

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