Meteoric Buoyancy Poem by Ailbhe Eighteen

Inebriating smoke swirl in the black chasm,
Chained me with fear and dreadful avarice
The harbinger of death mount nigh;
Big strides, it had appear to kill;
My doom has come
In the labyrinth cannot escape
Once more, I looked up;
Shake the ants of demise;
Monopolizing my scheme
Alas! The sky like a painting so nigh,
Dots of flickering lights;
Sprinkling bits of comfort;
I feel the warmth stare of each,
Calling on me to strive;
Oh thy beauty allures me, so fascinating,
The Host put you there,
Fitting thine purpose serve;
To spray upon the dale;
Silver lining which pours rains of hope;
Thy beauty pluck the guitar;
Humming the soothing music in the world;
My teardrops were bashful to run;
I crashed my own fear;
I redeem my own soul;
As I lie down in the quiet meadow of serenity,
As I gaze at the stars' exquisiteness.