Tears Into A Forgotten Vial Of Memory

A dark one about the environment.

Today, I am hunting all the mermaids my sand-blinded eyes can see.
The blood of the modern Daedalus seeps from the skies
Proclaiming, "Behold, my steampunk soliloquy blesses heaven!"
But all we hear on this canvas are sobbing, stifled cries.

I stop to drink where the riverbed has melted away
Where they clean up the squalid streets with their brooms
I believe the great surrender will sweep away all the dirt
Except the one that pirouettes in our souls' empty rooms

There is an unearthly peace on the land as the ash sets in
To cake everything it sees in dust, the dust of dreams
This was once a dollhouse, this, a copy of Jane Eyre
Eaten away, destroyed, like the storm upon triremes.

The sky is green, the sky is red, the sky is an ugly palette
When you've mixed in far too much black with the bright
The clouds fester and grumble and shake the world
Winter now a distant dream, a feverish vision of unbroken white.

A beacon of hope is a thing of the past, no light shines
The black soil, forbidden chocolate, is choked dry
A crescent moon, neglected, sleepless, insane
Bears witness to the slumbering silent sky.

Acrid smoke, thick and foul, rises from a ruined heap
Was this a planet that once harboured life? Could it be?
A hieroglyph is scrawled hastily onto a rock
It appears an epitaph, to a long-dead tree.

I was an astronaut from afar, and my seeds of hope
Are poisoned and are perished by your scythe so sharp
You foolish humans, reaching bony arms for the skies
Knees condemned to never blessed with an angel's harp.

The land is burning and roars, wounded and bleeding
As I sought another world, for what it's worth
A house needs a lot of living to become a home
Why didn't you make one out of our mother Earth?

Onward, To Charybdis!

A bit of a change of tone with this one...
Charybdis was a Greek sea monster depicted as a giant whirlpool.

I am as lonely and lovelorn as a clam
That rests beneath the roiling waves
For her, I be enough just as I am?
Or will I be cast into forgotten caves?

I am the ship and I am the storm
I am the captain's screaming plea
I am the lighthouse, I am every form
I am quicksilver, like the azure sea.

I am as fickle as the shifting tide
Ebbing and pulsing and rising beneath
For the ocean, it is wondrous and wide
And all I am is skin and teeth.

She bursts and smashes below my feet
An austere, alluring dance of death
Onto the time-worn cliffs, a beat
As rhythmic but as erratic as my breath.

A puzzle is written into my eyes
And the embrace of time pulls my cheek
My hair is like the clouds in the skies
And I crack like a rock when I speak.

I have seen it change, its turbulent face
Every day as I wait on this ledge
Now it seems to have collected an empty space
That it tosses around about its edge.

I am as puzzled as the starfish
I am like the turtle, wandering free
Locked into a dream, in a twisted wish
Before its vastness, I am a flea.

Every day, nature's colours fade
And spiral into rotten gray ravines
Yet from what I knew I have not strayed
Through the games of kings and queens.

I tilt myself forward, towards her maw
Her swansong, it sings ballads to my soul
The morning mist and foam, they draw
Their grappling hooks across my whole.

Onward, to Charybdis! And over the cliff
A twisted body tucks and curls
Eaten by the whirlpool, like a skiff
Into its tumultuous swirls.

Towards the rocks, nay, into her heart
I am closed up, an old hero, like Priam
In water we are together as I fall apart
I am as lonely, as lovelorn, as a clam.