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A Fickle Majesty's Rule
Finally, the searing sneering sun sinks from view
and you join me, friend and companion
your smiles dance across me shimmering
I fear the sun pays not the slightest attention to us
he gazes out, I imagine, unaware we are here
perhaps we are too small
for such a grand showman
ah, look, upon the beach
they embrace as though nothing in the universe
exists
but them
come closer, dear lunar friend
help me to reach them with a little tickle
so lovely to see
let me serenade you with my song
the roll of my waves
the slap against the sand
the churning as I mix with the shore
and the whoosh and echo of my presence
as I retreat
the haunting mystery of melody from farther out
whispers of things unknown
truth lost in the fancy of a fickle breeze
your every sigh and intimate moan
enters my crests to be conveyed to parts unknown
another beach, another shore, other lovers
a song for them in perfect tone
why oh why do they not remain here at the shore
what more could they wish for
but they forget these nights as though dreamed of
does the sun anger them and drive them mad
how well I know anger
the sun does irritate
intrusive and relentless
nary a moment's peace
yes, a friendly cloud to shield
but the sun squeezes and worries
it to tears
I rise up in frustration
futile, for she never leaves
but an evening's respite
always returning
her power never diminished
these fools frolick
feeling a frisk dominion over me
I strike you down with a swift
reproach for your discourtesy
yes, the shore seems distant now, doesn't it?
my cool embrace not quite so inviting
my wonders lie below
your whimsical ponderings
your coming recompense
soon you will lie on my floor forgotten
rotten as I roll by
never shall I mention you again
nor will I allow your discovery
Fools! You think me serene?
for I am wont to be so on a summer morn
torn will you be
forlorn should you be sworn
by the foolishness of your own mythology
I am no myth
is that not enough for you
a mountain that moves at my whim
to engulf you for my own amusement
your vessels so grand
splinters and twisted metal
to decorate my floor
seen no more
not even a bone survives
yes, sit by my shore
in the moonlight
I allow it
for now
it pleases me
however ….
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