Spelunking

Stalagmites tower, coated with bolts of sapphire silk

Each jagged spire sheathed by the fabric ocean

The tide ebbs with my heartbeat

And flows with each breath

The rocks' sigh ripples along the azure horizon

Slowly swallowed up by insatiable darkness

Only illuminated by concentric golden auras

The hanging architecture above glows

With passion of a visionary arsonist's flame

Equipped solely with swarthy ink and calloused hands

Each masterpiece was carefully crafted

A home, a church, a school for the misguided

The flame flickers

The burning village sighs with relief before smoke fills its lungs

Suspended shadows waltz with the sea below

To a melody heard only by the fire-bearer

Sent far below the meadows and forests of freedom

To a most enchanting hell of solitude.