Petrified Petrichor

Betwixt two seas of storms and ill trouble

Thee findeth rorschach in the regolith 

Thy vision now double on this bubble

Whence tree trolls fell to become megalith

Thee findeth thy love deep and mercy unstrain’d

With pearly eyes and pallid coral bones 

Eroding thy dim sight to be tear-stain’d

Thee crave destined duels of aghast hormones

Standing petrified whey-faced like driftwood

Thee findeth thyself challenged by envy

Halcyon waters rushed through childhood 

Existence feeleth f’rev’r frenzy

Bit of petrichor is what will linger

So yond oceanmaster betrays as ‘twere

© Niklen 7/1/26