Sea before us, for all its turbulence, anger, and disdain, finally abated by time itself. Rivalry and the comfort of the cease of battle merging into the melancholy of all afterward events. Dew, of the trepidation found this night covering grass and warrior alike, drops of the tumultuous sea lightly falling over the sanguine river of burgundy below the grayed out sky as wave after wave it clashes upon this end of sorts. Thunderous affair overhead as the rumble of low pitch sounds clash against higher ones, on a coming and going of waves both above as below, making the felt sensation of the moving affair felt more and stronger with every sound.
Prevailing scent of perseverance, agony, disdain, and hope, battered to silence underneath, while above, light flashes completely unhinged of the sounds. Chorus of drizzle, sensation, sound, and lights in a spectacle for the senses.
Dirt rivers amidst the burgundy, beginning to form a tear between wall and wall, allowing water to pass slowly as if mourning the calamity through which it travels. Salacious affair between blood, suckling the confused dirt it covers with its crimson joy, fed with the irony that is this product of avarice. Covered flower petals with colors never intended by nature to drip to the ground from their fragrance covered soft skins with parapets of burgundy the emissary of all dull smells now produced.
End, suffering supreme, end now and thus with this end never reproduce the disarray which of my tales is its core. Entice no more the thinking to the thoughtless affair of bringing such futility to the shores of this sea, to fill the rain with its martyrdom, prevent odorous winds from ever procuring from this place again, and with every drop of burgundy take beauty to its own demise.
Sun, shine away the still and dry colors which like a mantle cover what was yesterday a beautiful field of golden glow and late goldenrod, let the mountain asper and daffodil die as they must, but repopulate the area once more with the beauty them imparted on this landscape which once held beauty, but now only the vein of humanity.
Spume rise no more from your inherent coming and going, be swept no more and disappear. Return, oh sight of nature, alas thrive and once more let your emerald, pearl, blond, chocolate, and sapphire shades reign over this region as clouds should above and not the tempest which upon us abates the very sight into the very inhospitable landscape that now exists.
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