Black Sand, Blood Ocean, Blue Sun

Grains of sand, like tears, so black
that eternal night is held
in each individual piece.
They squish through gaps
between toes tempered by
The scorching Blue flamed sun
that burns only to destroy
those who cannot adapt
to it's awesome fury.
Still I trod on
while the Blood red
sea laps at my feet,
trying to steal the only
bleak color away from me.
Relentlessly pounding
Obsidian cliffs of mourning
and returning each tear
shed to the beach of memories.
Twisted trees perch upon
gnarled knolls of dry packed
dirt the color of death,
for nothing can live here
nature is but a memory.
I sit and whisper to my companion
of the coming night
and perilous doom,
She sheds a black tear,
never saying a word,
and watches the Blue fire
Die in a glorious crimson
pool of sorrow.

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