Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The gardens beneath the waves were a startling array of hues and blended colors, plant forms, Lena had never seen before. Deep in her herb horticulture at home or in the Celestine, she still hadn’t expected such a semblance of beauty and wonder – and as they perused further and further outwards, the wildlife seemed to change. Shorter kelp arrangements, flowering sea grasses, stone steps leading down into a further alteration of embankments and then…
Headless statues.
Huh, she offered at first, bewildered. The art itself was beautiful and elegant, and some were fully intact, but the humans were clearly…lacking. What do you think this is about? A statement about those living amidst the land? Coincidence? While she wouldn’t want to think any darker portions about the world below…some details were far more striking than others.
Headless statues.
Huh, she offered at first, bewildered. The art itself was beautiful and elegant, and some were fully intact, but the humans were clearly…lacking. What do you think this is about? A statement about those living amidst the land? Coincidence? While she wouldn’t want to think any darker portions about the world below…some details were far more striking than others.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
