Ah, Italy, land of fine wine and pasta
an interesting place to visit, especially if
you happen to go there with a very motley
crew...your rambunctious classmates
We view what looks to be a royal gaurd
storming through the streets of an ancient city
either for show or because they have sacred
duties that must be fulfilled at all costs
At last, we all arrive at a port on the edge of the land
shuddering with excitement over the promise of a
luxurious stay upon several massive boats that will take
us to the farthest reaches of this exotic country
Before we can search for the ships, we must make
our way across a wire rail, and not fall into the shallow
waters, lest we be forced to stay in a plain, boring
ship for the many nights to come
I am the last to go, and I chuckle as more than
half of my fellow adolescent miscreants tumble
into the salty pond below them, all of them snarling
at their apparent bad luck as I decide to improvise
With a focus of my will, two massive white wings sprout
from my back, carrying me from the ledge I stand on
to the wooden platform far away, ignoring the angry insults
hurled at me by those poor, jealous fools
The wings fade away, and I sigh in disappointment
when I see that besides myself, only a handful of students
managed to get across the wire pass to this platform
I hear a girl gasp, and we all take in the glory coming towards us
Rushing towards us from the misty shore comes forth
an armada of massive wooden vessels, the foremost
appearing to be the luxurious cruisers our teacher had spoke of
how thrilled I was, to be able to ride upon such a ship
Before I can continue to revel in my glory, two of
the finest ships edge close to us, not more than 30 feet away
if they were to be a true pleasure of us, they would never have
done the heinous crime that happened next
All of a sudden, one of the ships before me flys into
the air, crashing back down onto the water, causing
a monstrous wave several feet high to wash over us all,
blanketing us with the sea water, not allowing time to escape
Nothing but a ghastly sea-green is what I see swirling around me,
as I slowly lose consciousness, until all I can behold is a pure black abyss...
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Poetry of Dreams
PoetryA dream is a powerful and spiritual thing to experience, and a poem is a creative way to express your emotions. What would happen if these two concepts were combined?
