Euphony of the Purple Shroud

Softly shimmering, rippling gently,
Flowing in the cool evening breeze,
Moonlight dancing effervescently
On combers that tickle and tease
The diaphanous strands with ease.

As billows touch upon the strands,
And lambency awaken the quiet air,
Stars soon emulate diamond bands
Upon the pickling solution to dare
The wary and vigilant to truly care.

Calling on the night with euphony,
Extended tentacles grasping, feeling,
Hot spicy breath escalates incessantly
While vital juices build to exploding
And the essence of passion can sting.

Beware all the evils of twilight time,
Heed the call to the music of the night
For in the depths of subliminal crime
Pandemonium slithers toward the light
Where doom decries your pious blight.

Softly shimmering, rippling gently,
Flowing in the cool evening breeze,
The purple shroud dancing exquisitely
On the coffin of her forgone dreams
While the euphony faded from the scene.

March 27, 1998