Set as sunlit sapphires
And cast in gold so elegant
Painted soft and porcelain white
A figure firm, but delicate

Set as onyx strands in streams
Like ribbons of obsidian
Sharp against a passing breeze
That shifts with the meridian

Set as diamonds in cascade
Like tears from angels grieving
Lost against the sounding storms
That rage when daylight’s leaving

Set as iron, ever firm
A figure so resilient
An eidolon that ever lasts
With colors bold and brilliant


About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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