Paradise Lost

...and amidst tranquil spaces, he vanished in between. just vanished. nowhere to be seen, perhaps in paradise lost

He saw the blank horizons from a far. Far away the depth of what he sees near.

The wrath of the raging, devouring the cliff he stands like a milestone in the timeless rhythm
of the waves, so endless, so profound. And drums from nowhere cadenced like fortune dream. He hears them clear, like the crystal blink of the sun's tears on waves and showers.

No one knows, he left him. Like the sand and the sand, covering layers of eternity,
and deep he goes. And he vanished. Between tranquil spaces, he was never heard then. And again like a raging storm on calm horizons, it faded with the fog and the mists overhauled by the darkness, he lost his grip within his soul, his soul.

Paradise lost he is. On trenches of nine thousand years, he dwell there like a monster with gills, but he drowned. So breathless. So deviant, nothing left of him. Just that last hold of his hand.

There he losses everything,
and his return becomes clearer. He was once in paradise, now he is lost.

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[Dalebear]

Good write