The realm is toxic brine <br />sire to the killer waves <br />lashing against the crack-ridden rocks <br />now on the last phase of decay <br /> <br />This is the azure fluid <br />containing both tranquility <br />and violence of unpredictable character <br /> <br />On sunny climes and times of calm <br />they come from all geographies <br />to bask in gay liberty on beaches <br />pristine <br />unmindful of the terror <br />awaiting them at the advent of the crescent <br />and the rising <br />tide <br /> <br />Ritually the deities cry and helplessly surrender <br />to the fire creatures on the night <br />of the tropical wolves <br /> <br />Again the stillness <br />is shattered <br />this forbidden <br />side <br />of heaven<br /><br />Clemencio Bascar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-forbidden-side-of-heaven/
