Trudging in woodlands of dark heavy mist,
I espied a figure in the verdurous midst.
A hunched and crouching squalid lump,
Perching naked on a withered stump.
A pitiful, emaciated little creature,
With such hideous and ghastly features.
Spindly limbs so thin and frail,
Sallow skin cadaverously pale.
Wholly coated in soot and in grime,
Emanating a puddle of sickening slime.
Yet the frightening source of horrid dread,
Is the single globular eye upon his head.
A bloodshot marble red with spite,
Lighting up the moonless night.
He gazed upon my nearby presence,
As I keenly stared at his putrescence.
Misfortune’s woeful portent,
A servant of sin and of torment.
And as if leering at my vile reflection,
I knew we are evil’s malign resurrection.

"Steady as She goes..."

The turmoil turned terror & life lured a luscious ledge to a sureevil.Predictions, slumped a significant idea of solace within an eraending in tragedy;She conquered nothing but merely a little piece of Heaven &Hell..."Beware of the Storm, it'll wreck us....we're doomed!"

A last sigh of hope, a lingering light - thoughts of despair &dreadful ideals idolised an idle idiocy of obstinacy.The abyss' no longer an enigma : inspite of losing espoir,Calypso's hatred pitied their misfortune...alas, the tempest turnedinequities into ****** silences."The wind...the wind's on our side boys!"

Death was worth living for while life - seemed so solitary...scarceto survive for."It's a pirate's life for me, savvy!"

The tale's to an end.

~ A. Rose

Great murky tides so viciously flailed,
Clawing and gnawing at the grey rugged shore,
Washing up remnants of an ill-fated sail,
The coastline now littered with ruin and gore.

Bloated dead mariners scattered about,
Their ribcages open and nested by gulls,
Pecking at entrails as blood gently spouts,
Staining with crimson the ship's shattered hull.

The billows shall swallow the barnacled bones,
Crushing them into Poseidon's cursed sand,
Creating new coastlines in foggy unknowns,
Waiting for other doomed sailors to land.

Daisy daisy..🌼

Oh my girl Daisy !
Daisy daisy..
Don’t get crazy..
Come with me,
Will tell you a tale..
Once a grandma,
planted some daisy..
That grew everywhere
  like a **** so crazy..
With smiling petals,
  like an angel..  
Like telling a tale;
   smile always,
    whatever comes in life..
Face it with cheers.. 😊
   Face it with courage.. 👍🏻
     And stay bloomed.  
       and refreshed.. 🌸

Daisy my girl !
Don’t be nasty..
Be so happy..
As life is, once only,
That God gave with mercy..

Daisy daisy..  
Be like a flower daisy..
And stay cheerful,
      to be as a daisy.. 😊

Awakening me from my idle and doze,
The skiff began rocking with every great billow,
When all of a sudden a maiden arose,
With the tresses of a bronze-drenched willow.

Her pale white visage shone lunar light,
Reflecting on her body of shimmering scales.
She rivaled the moon on this stygian night,
Spattering water with her forked turquoise tail.

Her song was enchantingly melodious,
An exquisite harmony of pure elation.
In this blur and daze so utterly euphonious,
I wished for there to be no last cessation.

Then was I dragged into the depths of the sea,
Grasped by her glacial yet placid embrace.
I surrendered on attempting to set myself free.
The barnacled seabed is my true-destined place.

Vain loved his vanity,
From which he gazed at his vanity,
One might call it insanity,
Or self-centered depravity.
He loved the color in his eyes,
The prettiest blue, he surmised.
He praised the scar on his left thigh,
Despite its fracture in his picture-perfect guise.
He took another selfie,
To boast about his vanity,
But little did he know,
All he had to show,
Were about a million fans who loved his body,
And turned that into his entire personality.
One day, Vain woke up,
There were no comments on his post.
Something was amok,
It was as if he were a ghost.
Someone new had come onto the block,
A gorgeous girl named Guinevere.
Her post had put him into shock,
As his body shook with fear.
He quickly posed and took a selfie,
His fans rushed back only temporarily.
If he lost his purpose,
That meant the voices weren’t wrong when they called him worthless.
How could he deserve this?
Vain’s vanity was one of his biggest curses.
Guinevere won in the end,
She got the fans, the money, and all the fake friends.
Vain was gutted,
His heart was broken.
Was this preordained?
Was all of Vain’s vanity in vain?

Ouroboros lived in a forest,
He could’ve been like anyone before us.
He lived his life filled with pride,
Masking plenty of issues on the inside.
Ouroboros always believed he was in the right,
Despite the many times he was on the wrong side,
He lived his life filled with pride.
A constant cycle,
In the shape of a circle.
He never learned from his mistakes,
He just brushed them off onto another day,
His friends and family wished he would change,
But he remained the same.
Ouroboros lived in a forest,
He convinced himself that it wasn’t due to his poor choices.
He could’ve been like anyone before us,
Poor Ouroboros.
A constant cycle of believing you're constantly in the right,
A never-ending circle consistently spinning because of pride.
Is it worth it to throw everything on the line,
Just because you can’t accept that your side,
Of the issue isn’t the only one on people’s minds?
Poor Ouroboros,
A somber chorus,
And the poor forest can’t ignore his cries.
All this strife due to pride.