Citadel This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Gaze

Into my looking glass

And echo

All

That is there.

Silvery tides

Of moon,

Amidst a star-studded space,

Sweep

Over ivory pillars

And towers of pearl.



Cherubs and Seraphim

Dance and play

In silky

Night air.

A fuchsia sea

Caresses

Endless miles

Of melodious sand -

Each,

A grain of crystal,

Playing tunes

Of the fragile hopes

And dreams

Of the artist.



A brilliant

Watercolor rainbow

Of blue, red, and green

Emotions,

Defying night's

Wrath.

Perfumed rose petals

Begin to fall -

Kisses of angels

To bid

Sweet dreams.



A clandestine

Citadel,

My city

Of solace.



Rub your eyes

As you may,

The looking glass

Does not deceive.

Writhing

Within is the hunger

For understanding,

And ignorance

Has a violent

Heart,

For the rose petals,

Perfumed memories,

Are withered,

Crisp with death -

No longer sweet

Kisses of angels,

But the running

Colors

Of the rainbow,

The artist's bitter

Tears.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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