Klay Alan Duncan

The Unlatching

The crescent moon was reminiscent of a Persian scythe in shape, its illuminating light scathed the night's stars and the piercing moonlight could lead one to believe an owl had flown overhead. Lilith, the preponderant succubus's pale reflection riding the waves protruded by ripples of pitch black, and yet, intruded with near-infinite sands of clay underneath. Dread be the wars man bred and locked into prior to yesterday's baring age has finally chased the sun's sanity to the other side of this quaint realm giving the sky a chance to remember the beauty of what was, the oceans, prior to the late Earth and its belonging consequences. Should the seas rise as much as temper's of Zeus a well placed dam should be built to keep safe the town from the repercussions of evening's descent. For all that is divine will remain as long as divinity is not disrupted, shall this oath be gone against, may the mountains perish and their corresponding spirits return to the seas like the grains of sand, the motion's erosion.