She shone, a pearl unveiled to all
 With towers of opalescent hue
 And streets of marble inlay
 She was a jewel that shone too bright
 For in their vanity, their vain indifference
 The Atlanteans incurred the wrath of the Gods
 Not only had they slandered the Imperium
 They had forgotten where they came from
 The crime: unforgivable
 The sentence: death
 Condemned to worse than annihilation
 Their seed was to be lost to time
 But the Gods in their own haughty retort
 Made the same mistake as the Atlanteans
 The result bringing Atlantis immortality
 So in the end the city was made myth
 Its citizens legends
 They achieved the unachievable
 If only we could find them to tell them

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Gaia’s Children

 She stems from the beginning of time
 That place beyond places
 A gathering of all that first was made life
 Throughout eternity, she has nurtured
 Resided over dreams, presided of sentience
 She is Gaia; Earth; home, she is ours
 And yet we hurt her, harm her
 What kind of children are we?

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Crying Eyes

 He watched me through the mirror. I eyed him back. He was not me: different hair, nose, lips, but those eyes, those eyes. They observed me with a carefree lack of discipline that I once knew. There was a humour to them that I recognised, a sneering disinterest. They blinked in time with my own, moved with my own, rolled with my own and I knew they were my own. Another me mocked all that I was and all that I could have been. It enraged me.
 After I smashed the mirror, broke it into a spider’s web of glass shards, the eyes were still my own. The only difference was that they weren’t crying.

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Night Divine

 So long in the searching,
 Daylight softly waning,
 He stands before the tomb
 A lifeless, tortured womb.
 But hesitate, not he,
 For love he must set free.
 He takes the coffin lid,
 And with effort does rid
 To stand over his bride
 Though in death she abide.
 He wipes a tear away
 To set her free that day,
 But light once cast is gone,
 He dallied over long.
 And with a canine smile,
 He’s missed for the long while,
 She steals his life that night
 With nought but vampire bite.
 Twin souls in Hell to shine
 And share the night divine.

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The Little Snowflake

A polar wind swept a snowflake away from the North
 Over climates temperate it soared
 Over emerald and sapphire and colours so bold
 That the little snowflake begged to be set down
 The wind knew what it would mean if it acquiesced
 But it could not deny his Arctic passenger’s one request
 So the wind abated and the snowflake fell
 To land on an English meadow and melt into the land
 The snowflake was not meant to be there, not yet
 And the autumnal climate killed it
 But it was the best thirty seconds of the snowflake’s short life