Tales Of Elysia

Elysia fumbles but she fights

As paper snow pouted from saccharine clouds

Levels hedge maze heaven

And the rain’s frowning machinery

Spills grey ghost fables

Through vortex thimbles

Prodding grumbling waves into pelted brick

Wrapping orchid wine carrageenan

Around her silver sailing dance

Skirting stealth menace

Beneath her war tattooed ship

Where glassy sky cutouts

Web their slivering rankle

The toothy reef dragoons

Reaching to stake her briny heart

But Elysia’s tiger pride

Is bronzed furnace creek fire

Throttled and boiled

Death Valley kettle hot

As she coasts high on rebel stride

Heading off with zen quickened sputter

Boundless for sanctity’s palatial mouth

Through grim oblivion’s parted seas

And tarrying never

For what is death’s melted wax kissed fate

But instead

Elysia dives

Into the shark eyed void

And beaches upon Sion sands

Perfumed by hibiscus claret hands

Forever kept in the time emptied hourglass of God.