NAUTICAL CATASTROPHE:

Sailing Upon The Voyage Of The Seasons:

The spring had come, and many were well pleased by its promises of warmth and gracious mercy from the bitterness of winter's cold: the wind was both vibrant and alive with the sounds of laugher, friendship and flowers' blossoming; the sun above seemed stronger in the sky, providing life unto all the lowly green and growing things; and the water from the mighty engines of the fabled Lucitania burbled almost happily, as she stirred from her gentle night of slumber, upon a nearby sandspit, containing both untold mysteries and secret dreams.

The summer had arrived, and many were most gladened by its promises of certain joy and respite from their toils: the mountains sharpened in the valiant light, as myths and legends of both long and forgotten times were told during the bright and starry nights; the rivers traversed and travelled by the fabled Lucitania coursed through simple lands with their elusive, shimmering whiles, attracting all who loved relief and sparkling things to be captured by their bold allure; and the forests slowly swayed and grew, as the children of the gentle peasant folk would frolic beneath their lean and twisted branches.


The autumn had arrived, and the many who had once had reason of gladdness, dance and song, were now slowly saddened afterwards, by its promises of ruin and decay, which seemed now to threaten and consume all that which they had once held dear: the falling stars grew dim within the failing wonders of the night, as laughter turned almost suddenly to anger, sacrifice and tears; the naked ones lie still, lifeless and afraid, prone within their meagre wooden prisons, buried beneath the harsh and hardening earth; the once-clean and vibrant waters of this weary world are usurped now of their former strength and gladness, as the deadly and enfeebling passage of the fabled Lucitania draws them on, with grave abandon, toward their own inescapable and ever-present doom.

The winter has come, and many who had once lived to breathe the clean and refreshing air of these clear and contented days, linger onward only as whispers and vague perceptions, obliterated and undone by the wrath contained within the atom itself: as their shadows deeply burn into the brickwork, and their bodies quickly melt, flowing at once together through the decimated streets, at the dawning of this sudden artificial sun; coursing briefly, for but the slimmest shred of immeasurable time, as the mountains crumble inward upon themselves, and the oceans are at once emptied by the force of things to come, the fabled Lucitania, lowly harbinger of the apocalypse, traverses these innocent, embittered souls; sailing swiftly, through the running, liquified remains of those which she had slain.