pellucid blue crystal waters like a mirror of nativity cradled at the nadir of a valley
eagles glide above superior to the anguish of the earth below
they consider their verdict like blind judges weigh the days of men
they are the sirens of the skies portents of doom
other creatures hide among the crevices and the crannies of hope their destiny stalked by time as the sun eclipsed by random fragile clouds scroll beyond its mastery
dolphins play among the fragrances of rosemary woolly bushes as saints vaunt hope eternal to heaven
cool sharks unsettle their prey as the darkest hour before the dawn
striking swift as a sword cleaves the ocean in two
the malignant agent of the devil himself his face a triangle of hell
his voice a tritone of silence
venting deep spirals in the ocean pump the triad of life and agitate the seas with oxygen nitrogen and carbon
an assembladge a trinity a well deep at the bottom of hope
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