Below the Purple Waves

I know a mystic magic well
Of syrup sickly sweet,
For once into its depths I fell
To oceans underneath.

Six leagues below the purple waves
I sank down languidly,
Until I reached the submerged caves
Beneath the syrup sea.

Within those caverns deep and vast
I wandered sluggishly,
Until my eyes beheld at last
A kingdom ruined for me.

Of toppled towers and crumbling walls,
Of broken temple domes.
Of shattered spires and fallen halls,
Of sunken sacred stones.

Six years I slumbered in those caves
In drunken fantasy,
Until I quaffed the purple waves
And drained the syrup sea.

Enchanted by the mystic spell
Of syrup sickly sweet,
I drown within the magic well
To dream of worlds beneath.

Jonathan Stefanovic is an expelled graduate student on felony probation. He enjoys walking in forests, listening to drone/shogaze rock, gazing at cloud formations, and petting cats.

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