The Skies of Oblivion

This was written for Skyril. Hope you enjoy it. It is definately one of my favourite ones.

The Skies of Oblivion

Far above the sapphire wastes

Skyril flies through bleak and dreary skies

With not a single cloud

With which to build a city of air

Of minarets and domes and spires.

She longs for swathes of mist

And drops of dew

And fog vivacious.

Yet all she has is the lonely sky

That looks below at the river of liquid sapphire

That shatters at the edge of the waterfall

And cascades far below

To the Ravine of Oblivion

And the midnight diamonds

Poisoned by the sun

Beautiful yet deadly

They cover the surface of this world

In towering spires of dazzling brilliance

They are Epitome Incarnate

Yet Skyril longs

For the return of her race

With their elfin eyes

And pointed ears

And delicate cheekbones

Who dwelt in dappled sunlight

Of forest glades.

The last of her kind

Skyril weeps amongst the shore

Of a crystalline sea

As she remembers

The purple feather she wore in her cap

When she still smiled and dreamt of stars.

Yet she continues to soar

Through an empty planet

Orbiting its deathly star

That rages in the blackness

Of a silent sky.

And Skyril longs for form

For consciousness body and voice

For flesh and blood and warmth

For love and laughter

Amidst the coldness of diamonds.

Skyril mourns

As she flies through the desolate waste of sapphire

Running from the dark and the cold and the diamonds.

Beneath the midnight sky.

All alone.

In silence.