The Melancholy and the Pale Machinery Part Iii

Imagine a shore stretching to infinity. A Pale thing upon its sand. The ocean water is black Midnight blue depths Of Oblivion. Skeletal hands rake Pale Machinery Melancholy and full of divinity Mechanical parts and bloody ruination of hearts Outer rim of Sapphire Skies Columns of fires reach, reaching, searching convulsing pyres Of Melancholy Pale Machinery and Imagery Across a shore ablaze under a sliver moon waves Ocean mysteries rise and fall across histories Then sparkle the eons of creation, universes Infinite and adrift A Melancholy divinity pale and wondering The seas of serenity.