By Davin Casey
Submerged below, you blend so well
With deep blue seas, and reds of hell.
Remarkable, isn't she,
The Sapphire Queen?
Truth be told, only time will tell.
The image of your beauty
Far surpasses the late monarchy.
I've sacrificed my very soul
To feed her starving, vacant hole.
My blood and sweat are hers to sell,
As long as she keeps up this spell.
Don't even care that I'm so cold.
Lest the sermons should cease,
I will be your priest.
You need a slave, I need a mistress.
We both have yearnings of the flesh.
Now let's make love,
You from above.
The peasants won't know of this mess.
Lest the followers riot,
I will be your quiet.
The fear, it echoes through the doors
Of spirits shattered by discord.
Before you forsook this land,
I had your hand,
But Heaven's fight needed you more.
Lest the stars should implode,
You must leave me all alone.
Offered up, I'm lost in my prayer
To the one whom I breathe like the air.
"When I disappear from this life,
Let me be again by your side.
I'll do anything to get there."
Lest withdrawals should swallow me,
I take comfort in your memory.
Don't forget my surrender to you,
My careless, lost goddess.
Author's note: This one... well, it's one of many recent attempts to get back into poetry. I hope that the story kinda shows through the confused wording, at least enough for you to get a handle of your own interpretation.