The Curse of the Dead Sea

The Curse of the Dead Sea Dark ghosts traveling through the chilled air mist where rare rough rivers, eddied and revolved, in twists around into a violent, furious funnel offshore, as this turbulent salt sea of iniquity opens up its storied, salted bowels with its turgid moving fluids drowning into a space of predestined bedded death—for all who unknowingly venture into the embrace of the Dead Sea. For knoweth that Poseidon, the ancient god of the sea, may not be there in time to spare thy life that be in the fatal grip of this salted deadly destiny, and its jeopardy, as it’s written in the “riddle of sands” that remain blowing as this earthly desert speaks to thee, spiced by the coldest of raindrops carried on winds held deep within, as dark clouds escape with their droplets running down into the mountain “waters of life” that feed and form an evil river that pulsates through the deep veins of existence, as drums inside heartbeats play to a harmonious harp filled with a mystic music dancing to visions of a salted angel who lives deep within the Dead Sea. Falling throughout the depths of time in the history of this ancient sea of sure death, are grains of sand and pure white salt which hold misted gems that speak to each and every human footprint, leaving an imprinted, indelible image true, behind the frame left crowned in the deep well of a forlorn, shimmering pond that presciently knoweth that this ancient Dead Sea, with its “salt of the sand” shall explain to you, in kind, of the dangers that lurketh within the waters of its salted, deadly grip, if thou chooseth unwisely to venture in knowingly or unknowingly. For Poseidon shall not be there in this “modern age” to saveth thee and thy immortal soul! Amen. Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem Copyright © All Rights Reserved – December 16, 2018 (Narrative)