Post by AquarianM on Feb 5, 2013 3:59:02 GMT -5
No One Knows Atlas...
They say he is a Titan,
And he is,
But how can you fathom him,
I saw him in a dream,
The world resting on his shoulders like a pizza platter,
Flat yet textured incredibly well.
The world he holds up has a great ocean,
It's always sunrise on one side of the ocean,
And always a dark starry night on the side resting over Atlas's head,
His skull is open like a goblet,
Being constantly filled with the waters of the Earth's sad sea.
The waves in this ocean are made up of opalescent pearls,
The Ravens tear open the chests of Dreamers who suffer loss and grief,
They are the burning jewels of sorrow torn from their hearts,
Once the Ravens swallow them,
They fly to the sunrise side of the Sea of Sorrows,
Regurgitate the hurt into the ocean.
Three cats lay on a cliff looking over the sea,
One Calico,
One Grey-White,
One Black,
They watch the pearls of sorrow I didn't dare say over them,
Swirling and churning slowly across the sea,
There are two,
The third has yet to be torn from me,
Freshly-forming from the grit of grief in my heart.
I see Atlas' eyes,
They're so black not even light can escape,
Dark like a shark's,
So you can't see what bearing the full weight of the world does to him.
I wait in the dream,
Praying for a Raven,
But they can't come too soon,
Or the world would tip out of balance,
And even Atlas would fall.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/05/2013
They say he is a Titan,
And he is,
But how can you fathom him,
I saw him in a dream,
The world resting on his shoulders like a pizza platter,
Flat yet textured incredibly well.
The world he holds up has a great ocean,
It's always sunrise on one side of the ocean,
And always a dark starry night on the side resting over Atlas's head,
His skull is open like a goblet,
Being constantly filled with the waters of the Earth's sad sea.
The waves in this ocean are made up of opalescent pearls,
The Ravens tear open the chests of Dreamers who suffer loss and grief,
They are the burning jewels of sorrow torn from their hearts,
Once the Ravens swallow them,
They fly to the sunrise side of the Sea of Sorrows,
Regurgitate the hurt into the ocean.
Three cats lay on a cliff looking over the sea,
One Calico,
One Grey-White,
One Black,
They watch the pearls of sorrow I didn't dare say over them,
Swirling and churning slowly across the sea,
There are two,
The third has yet to be torn from me,
Freshly-forming from the grit of grief in my heart.
I see Atlas' eyes,
They're so black not even light can escape,
Dark like a shark's,
So you can't see what bearing the full weight of the world does to him.
I wait in the dream,
Praying for a Raven,
But they can't come too soon,
Or the world would tip out of balance,
And even Atlas would fall.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/05/2013
