Black Pearl Poem by Uonder Kilkenny

Abode of the gods
Thy celestrial throng
What magnificence is this?
An Oyster motion now hung

Satire of sartorial bliss
You sling along every chest
Hoping to find true rest
With all those guys in stack
Chipping away in those racks
Knowing that dreams of you
Are as far at they will come to
Such rarety, as something black

Sometimes, I laid on my back
To watch those nocturnal ships
Attack
The sky
And I wondered why she dipped

She had a greater purpose
Somewhat skewed
For whats the probability of us
One in ten thousand, thats true

Copyright@Uonder Ac Kilkenny