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?
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