analog wigeon
I unravelled in a kingdom thou shall never be.
The sizzling wind tangled the soul of me.
The coldness of thin air swept against my skin.
A destination of heaven punishing me within.
Undeterred by the frigid, sailing winds,
I explored the path to where wonder begins.
The extravagant beauty of wonderland.
The one thou shall never understand.
The potent castle gleamed with freedom.
Like a potion within its own kingdom.
The honour of capturing portraits within it.
Embodying the mesmerising memories that emit.
Transitorily, my eyes glared upon the Tron,
Or shall I call the eye of the eagle that won.
Its heroic speed fled into the stark heavens.
Glistening and glowing its potent weapons.
Shivering scared I was to enter.
The regretful words I uttered in the centre.
The speed of insanity drove my heart delirious.
Yet, its powerfulness was seriously mysterious!
As my fingertips metamorphosed into icy-pole sticks,
My soul became external ice bricks.
I was utterly frozen in thin air,
Yet, still determined to find attractions in despair.
Transiently, I vaulted on a sampan.
Regretfully slower than how sloths ran.
Ten minutes of torture viewing the pathetic
caricatures,
I was relieved to exit the dreaded implicatures.
Just three minutes late, all restaurants have closed.
I was furiously opposed!
Hunger crept in stronger than lightning in dismay.
Like a predator stalking a frightened prey.
In the final moments, I rushed expeditiously.
My fleeting gaze saw the scene viciously.
As the intimidating pirates of the Caribbean thrive,
I was surreptitiously frightened alive.
Swishing and swirling through the canoe,
Vivid scenery arose true.
Splattered by chlorine-scented water,
Simultaneously, viewing pirates slaughter.
honest mural
blissful sonnet
undone jetty
frosty glacier
young gate