The skies were scarlet entwined with black,
Celestially illumined by a rising sun.
The whispers of phantoms blew with the wind
O’er the crashing waves of the blue ocean beneath and,
Swept through the palm trees moving them,
Bending them gently.
On the shores stood a man, alone, gazing out
At the horizon. His hair blowing over his face,
His palms perspiring. He held a lighter. Flicking it’s
Cap open and close. Though no flame came of it
In presence of the wind.
Till the hour came when the last bit of the sun
Shed its light over the ocean and sky.
In that hour the ocean grew calm.
The waves no longer crashed and the water
Became still. Like a sheet of glass with,
Occasional ripples.
The wind seized to blow, the ghostly whispers disappeared,
The trees no longer swayed
And the man’s lighter bore a tall flame.
All was silent. All was still. Except for the heavy
Breaths the man took. Inhaling. Exhaling.
The tip of the sun soon disappeared, leaving the realm
At the mercy of the moon. Vaguely illumined.
At the point, the pinnacle, where the silence grew deafening,
The wind blew against the man’s back with much force
Sending him toppling onto the sand. Severing the tranquility
With a mighty howl, as the surrounding palm trees snapped in half.
Thunder crashed and the ocean rose. Every drop ascended.
Then congregated into a women. Completely composed of
The ocean the man saw no flesh, just whirling water
As her dress and whirling water as her face.
Her eyes opened, and gazed down upon the man.
He gazed back. With all his strength struggling to stand.
Into her immense eyes that, very well could have been
Inhabited by entire aquatic populations.
“Be still oh Wind, allow the man to rise.” She said.
And it came to pass. Just as she commanded.
The man rose to his feet in great pain,
Then quickly claimed back his composure.
“Come into me” she said. “Or suffer death at the hand of my wrath”
“Why.” He exhaled.
At the sound of his voice the whirling water that composed the women,
Grew still. She grew clear. And he could see into her.
There were corpses there. Cadavers of men. Drifting around
In thousands. Asleep.
“Come into me” she sniggered. “And experience eternal serenity.”
“You are the serpent the righteous warned me of.
You are the evil I was taught to avoid.
What fool would ignore his teachings,
Submit to his lust and yield before his fears!” He said.
“I am no serpent!” She spewed. “I am Eve on the opposite end of her timeline.
How dare you call me a serpent. How dare you call me by
The very creature’s name I detest.”
The man grinned and flicked open his lighter. He ran his finger tips
Over the flame.
“How dare I you ask. Allow me to enlighten you.”
The women’s eyes grew wider and her mouth gaped.
Before she could disperse back into the ocean,
A serpent composed only of fire rammed into her mouth
And pressed on through her mammoth body with
Immeasurable force. When with a great burst she was no more.
Vapor filled the air and the ocean vanquished.
The multitudes rose from their slumber
And, looked upon the man. Illumined
By his flame, the passion burning in his eyes.
He dropped his lighter to the ground and,
Walked into the distance, till they could no longer see him.
Till there came a day when the vapor condensed,
And the sniggers of Babylon sounded, again.
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