Waves crashed onto the breccia

a young maiden emerged from

the ocean carrying a water owl

she stared at her winged creation

& smiled with tears in her eyes

it was best that she sends the message

her father would be furious to find

out that his daughter had fallen for

a mere mortal~he wasn’t a royal

still that didn’t change how she felt

about him— she loved him and hoped

her father would let them be together.

#KingNeptune’sdaughter©

sunday, 20 october, 2019.

My life began as a blank piece of paper,  

A clean slate,

Whole, a loving family of four.

Years passed, and sections were filled,

Memories brushed on in a splatter of hues and shades;

The pristiness of innocence a mix-matched palette of colors, replaced.

Primary school started as quick as it ended, and new memories pigmented the paper;

New colors, new language, new home, new country,

Tones of tints overlapped and soon the old was buried.

It was sudden, the change;

Vibrant colors faded into the shadows of shades,

A palette murky with aging hues as time was wished unmade.

As a stroke of red streaked across the paper,

And blood red spikes dwindled flat down the line,

Ringing softly as it crooned, “Goodbye…”

Above Manhattan, the sky blurred with ashes and smoke

As fire engulfed the paper once part of my life,

Now as black as the widow, no longer a wife.

My life became a charred strip of paper,

A marred slate,

In broken state, a family of three as of late.

I sit in silence, pondering the disturbing thought in my mind: “Humanity will fall in a week’s time.” At first I thought it was a dream, no, a nightmare, but I now know without a doubt the human race was in danger, and I don’t know if there is anything I can do about it. There are so many ways humanity could end. I assume some type of horrifying genocide will occur, but I have no way of knowing what it is. Questions roam freely through my mind. Can I trust anyone? Should I go to the police? Would the police even believe me? I don’t know the answer to anything anymore.   

All I hear are terrifying screams. I stand on a mountain, looking into a valley below. The scene is utterly horrifying. Bodies litter the ground. Men, women, and children, all dead. The strange thing is that there is no blood anywhere. It is almost as if everyone has died of natural causes. The sound of footsteps brings me out of my terrified trance. I quickly whirl around to see a man, dressed in all black, the bottom of his face completely covered with a black cloth. He cocks his head to the side. 

“How are you still alive?” He asks quizzically. I shake my head. “I don’t know.” He turns to the side and I am able to see his right hand. In it is a dagger. My eyes widen. He turns back to look at me. “I am going to have to kill you then. The prophesy must be fulfilled.” He steps toward me, raises the dagger, and brings it quickly down toward my heart. Blood pours from the wound. I feel the world start to fade, the screams still echoing through my mind. 

    I awake with a gasp. I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep. All of the events in my dream flood into my consciousness, as well as the knowledge that humanity would end. Why was I granted this knowledge? Why not someone else, someone more capable of actually putting an end to the madness? I need to tell someone about this, but who? An idea comes to my mind. I grab my phone, and punch in the numbers, 9-1-1. I stand there in suspense, listening to the phone ring. “Ring…ring…ring…ring…” Until finally, the operator answers the phone. 

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” I hesitate. Is this a good idea?

“Hello? Is there anyone there?” I make a split second decision.

“Y-yes…I’m here.”

“What is your emergency? Is everything alright?” 

I bite my lip, pondering how to answer.

“No, everything is not alright. I have reason to believe that there’s going to be a terrorist attack. A really bad one.”

The woman on the other end is silent for a moment. 

“I see. What would make you think that?” 

“I just know.”

“There isn’t any proof to back your claim up? Or are you claiming responsibility for the attack?”

“No! I’m not. I can’t tell you why I know, I just know. In seven days, everyone will be dead, everyone in the world! I know you’re probably thinking that I’m lying, but I am telling you the-” 

I am cut off by a loud click, indicating that the woman had hung up on me. She probably thought I was someone making some sick joke. I don’t know what to do now. All I know is that all of humanity will be wiped out in seven days, and there is nothing I can do about it.