Poemetry: Royal Blue

Not of sloth’s buoyant shade

Nor shallows pale, surveyed,

But depths of ocean dreams

And midnight’s jazzy strain

Wrap the mind in azure train

And bedight hadal seams.

Though earthen strength parades

‘Fore the crown of twilight,

March the same hued brigades

Garbed, profane and divine,

Favored by god and man

‘Cross the eternal span.

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