Igniter the Diver
Igniter the Diver
Once upon a time, in a time next to mine,
A writer named Igniter decided to become a diver.
All he knew was writing, but no one cared about that,
not even his admirers. For they didn't know how to read, you see,
so the light in his passion for writing subsided abundantly.
And it died as quiet as the flame of a small candles fire, sorrowfully.
But diving wasn't hard,
although the swordfish promised to be unarmed.
And the loud hiss of conversing dolphins could not be
missed however hard one tried.
So soon he got the hang of it,
and soon he became of it,
The oceans King Poseidon.
And all the living, swimming, shimmering fish
that were inhabitants, gave Igniter the tang he lost
when he was just a dumb writer on fire.
That old dream was shattered when he climbed the social ladder,
for a more valued title, in a tide more powerful.
And isn't that all that matters?
Copyright © Jada Ames | Year Posted 2014
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