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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Continued from Part 1 The trees, they hang in time and space around me – trees, which in time before had swayed, so gently tugged by ocean breezes, trees, which in time before were lightly lit with emerald tinted leaves, trees, which in time before had reached to space above with twisted tangled fingers, grasping fingers, fingers drenched with golden tears shed by the Mighty Eye. The trees, they hang in space and time, benumbed and frozen motionless around me chilled with rooted premonitions of the void, their branches clutching darkness and their leaves foreboding doom. The muted winds begin to whisper tales of many frightened things, which, with mournful apprehension have hunkered down behind the haze and ceased their joyful play. And all the while dank shadows gaily dance a dismal dance, for their time is soon to come. The fitful shore lies suddenly still. Unfeeling stones and hollow shells, are paused a little, stalled, and dropped haphazardly, midst their mindless random journey, now abandoned by the sea, for fickle waves have slipped away to greet a falling prey. And as the Mighty Eye droops lower, laminated molten lips are pursed and pucker higher, sucking in the sky. Within a trice the Mighty Eye submits and squints, distended red, perhaps tormented by fantastic thoughts of imminent demise, or else of being lashed beneath a lid of distant faithless waves. And as her dying flash dissolves, two lurid lips arise, three lusty lips - a thousand parted limpid lips which asudden, though with little haste, consume the Mighty Eye. EPILOGUE The trees are now but lurking shades amongst the murky shadows. Relentless fog slips slowly by - her floating tongues drip silence as they slink like snakes in stealth nearby. The lacerated faithless lips have once again returned to kiss the vacant vapid shores in a brief eclipse of time. END
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