Serenity Meets Rage

The calm emptiness of the sea

Meeting the dark waters of rage

Strange light dripping off your suit

As you tread over an ombre of somber color

I watch the regal and the royal

Flaunt their extravagance and dignity

As they grip at power and money,

Clawing, climbing, and scratching over each other

A sign of deerstalkers and skulls

And six-sided dice that stick to the table

The likes that Christie and Clark

Could only hope to create

Visions that make Hecate and Circe dance

Among pigs and polecats, dogs and pathways

Thin fabric clinging to them

As floating lights lick at their skin

Vera and Phillip crossing Hermia and Lysander.

Helena and Demetrius laying far off

As the Queen’s husband turns men to donkeys

And haters to lovers

The air clogged with the stench of wine

Teeth stained with dark color

The essence of your creativity

Dripping from your lips

Yet stories of death and magic,

Royalty and imagination

Could never hope

To catch your beauty on a page