The Sacred Voyage

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Stranded on smoldering shore is a cerulean-skinned Sea Nymph 

Betrayed in peekaboo, Nymph’s tail was bitten by a shark 

Hence, Nymph imposed self-exile, 

Lived under disguise in cosmopolitan isle.


Once she saw a paper-boat, floating along grinning ripples 

Her surreal glance, transmutes paper boat into an inflatable 

A silver-soaked baby angel was perched on that inflatable 

Startled, Nymph realizes he is a baby Seraphim, perhaps abandoned. 

Nymph’s eyes welled to see his trembling palms 

She cuddled him; twilight sky glimmered in their hallowed embrace 

Both yearned for respective havens, inflatable however the only vehicle. 


A lightning bolt, an empyrean indicator, advocates sky route 

Ecstatic beams emanate from Seraphim’s face

The blue iris landscape outside his tree- house 

Seemed to wave at him through the celestial gaze. 

Meanwhile, the kaleidoscope called infinite confirms, demise of Seraphim’s mother 

Pallid and stone washed, Nymph writhes in that heart-wrenching jolt. 

Her fin wounds by now looked like sodden purple-oozing dents, 

But her flowing tresses shrugged those blood clumps 

The steely resoluteness in Nymph’s eyes affirmed, 

That baby Seraphim has found a new mother.