Analysis of Impermanence

Sea kissed the feet of the Herculean Palace,
As the Denizen God perched on the Terrace.
He thought, “What a grand Palace Have I”
“The land I built, In the clouds I hover”
“The sea at my command”,
And he embraced the earth like Porphyria’s Lover

In that stifling embrace of the majestic demiurge
As it strangled Gaia of her life, the stubborn ice thawed,
The swift seas rose as the planet became torrid,
Cerulean skies turned crimson,
As creatures died, the air turned putrid.

Slowly the sea wept into the Palace
As Gaia drowned creation in her grief.
The Grand Palace stood humbled in nature’s torment.
And God understood, easing the embrace,
His treasured creation itself is eternally transient.