The Mythology of Adeline


The mythology of Adeline blooms
Beneath the pale glimmers of the crescent moon.
The waves steady,
Slow in sound, aggressive in motion.
The narratives of a proprietress
Bearing the markings in the appearance
Of an arch,

Delicately decorated with the silvers buried deep,
Fashioned by the waves seamed from the gold lost,
And undiscovered in the depths of the sea.
The winds sing of her might,
The storms raises the tides of shivers,
That reaches through the bones of those
That ever dared to cross her approach.


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