Conquering The Storms

I meet proud sanguine smiles
growling murky waters
that eclipse former regret
with stubborn waves of anger.

-A worthy sabotage never seems to fail-

I begin to trust vexed tears
swimming in a tinted chasm
whom am I wholly befriending?
perhaps a reflection of myself.

-The dusk-run hand shall strike soon-

I fall hard through oblivion
directly inside the serpent's mouth
he swallows me steadily
feeding on needed fallacies.

-The burning lady won't walk away-

Sinful satisfaction cannot reign
for the Master of the Dead Sea
will spit me back onto dry land
my soul speaking with dexterity.

-I shall run on through the raging eye-

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Inspired by the stunning artwork of "Conquering The Storms" by Thomas Kinkade.