Prelude to the Quake


28° 38' 4.308" N, 77° 9' 15.3648" E

This night wins Darkness,

Overthrown, dim shines Her throne,

Follows fate of the dying firefly,

Sobs over its dimming light,

Mourns a flickering end,

Mocks the Moon’s defeat,

The cocky Night Gladiolus,

Cursing she says, “Angel of the Abyss,

Hide your scars,

Don’t you dare shine,

Pull down your veil,

Shameless Star,

Dusk should’ve found you covered,

Now you shall boil jealous,

Watch me Resurrect,

My Birth shall challenge your Beauty,

Soon you shall disappear,

My floating lovers shall stab your rear,

Lock you in their dark maze,

In their foamy haze,

Eat you away from this atmosphere,

Heavy-eyed, did they touch down today,

Betrayed enraged, lashing whips of thunder,

They kissed two buds moist,

Tell her, if I’m lying,

It’s your turn, O Evening Primrose,

That kiss devoured your eclipse too,

Foamy lips swore you your luscious Renaissance tonight,

Condensed vapors, affection’s residue,

Evidence on you is the sweet untimely dew,

Tell the Moon,

These are her hours of Doom,

She shall envy us bloom,

Our steamy suitors would gulp her down soon,

Obfuscate her till dawn,

By then, she’ll lose it to their murk,

For we will be theirs,

Romance shall soak all countdowns,

Floating Princes of the Skies,

Overjoyed, we’ll bathe gorgeous,

Glow seductive,

Will ooze down our tender petals,

Their intermittent cries,

They’ll overdose on joy,

We’ll sway to their cracks and bursts,

Their lusty gales of love,

We’ll conquer the symbolic throne of belle,

Beam brighter in Van Gogh’s Starry Night,

She’s had her time,

The morn shall see this Macrocosm celebrate,

We shall be crowned,

Brides of the clouds,

Will laud us in bows,

Streams, the grass and the trees,

We’ll be the new Queens,

Only, you and me…”

Sarcastic shams echo,

Slaughter the hour’s quiescence,

Spiral up to the Moon,

Semi, crescent and then gone,

Pin-drop pitch dark,

Dogs howl, foxes bark,

Loathing this shift in royalty,

Weary under his humiliated loyalty,

The planet weeps, loss of vintage love,

Rebellious, it slides into Reverse…

Morning Headlines:

“Earthquake at night, rocks Jakarta out of slumber”



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