THE GAME OF EDEN
Seven months I spent my time walking by the shore—
is this mine or is this intended to be shared?
I wanted to claim this place for myself before,
but it is hard to admit this haven has snares.
Hear the dance of clouds coming down to the ground,
the heavens weep for days washing off paradise.
And Gaia's giggles sweep me off my feet like now,
walls of Poseidon's domain arise to great heights.
This time a discrepancy came into being,
lush island sprouted from the depths of the ocean.
It is like a kingdom of old, or what has been—
untouched by modern times; remained as like of then.
Still, what shocked me is not from the phenomenon,
beyond words is what I felt by the sight of it.
It is majestic, at the same time woebegone,
the ruins whispered, "I am Eden," I see it.
Holding my saneness as I ascend to the gates,
and heavy is my heart while I cross the threshold.
From the walls to the dust, it was written by fate—
to see and experience the things yet to unfold.
Comparing this place to the smallest continent,
days I need to wander around every corner.
I was in awe until I saw a silhouette,
trying to catch it, but it is always so far.
Is it possible that I am not alone here?
I was caught up in finding proof that I am not,
I did not notice an ambuscade from the rear
by trespassers or the old kingdom's descendants.
Unallied until three came with all their grandeur,
I was fighting alone 'fore an arrow was shot.
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SETH
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about a recurring theme in the writer's dreams-dreams about past lives and a man named Seth. A poetry series that will be a fantasy/historical novel. To fantasy, dark romance, etc. readers/writers, I am open to...
