plona

temple spreads in a trumpet petal storm

discreetly cascading through pillboxes

filtered into an absolute norm

solemn now in the grotto

a scarecrow's tower

shoelaces chewed to a hesitant frequency

order pours from the splitting head of Jove

fallout breaks the wave like a dissociated gaze

lay in wait to lay waste

the city sleeps as she bequeaths misery

dine into heavenly tranquility and commence wading blindly into the sea

moist palms covering in an undying lullaby

loe, does the kingdom seem inviting?

enticing thy fragile lamb from its transparent womb

growing up so soon...

tortury ascending in motion with the tides

blanketed by the deep? suffering's worth

she sings with crushing weight into a lunatic haze

the kingdom's evergreen aura enchanting Neptune to rise

snowlight falters unnoticably as our perfect summer dies

consumed of the apple's thorn have we

below waits Luna's unbalanced trade of melody