Nautilus Poem Novels & Stories

Mine instead cries out for green pastures by cool streams where only raucous birds break sweet silences. Yet evening falls vaulting grey towers over petulant spires and sour temples where I alone stand sentinel against encroaching night. These foreign fineries grate upon each sense reminding outcast heart yearning simpler hearths now lost to stern mortal law. Never can stolen moments satisfy what soul truly craves in chambered nautilus layers glimpsed solely by you my bright Persephone before cool shadows reclaim us to dutiful winter realms underground ... When at last the well-meaning emissaries retreated from what had become less diplomatic parley and more outright hostile confrontation am

Brayden entered the room silently closing the door behind him. He looks at the kind hearted girl sleeping and thinks how strong She is Brayden sat by the bed and run his finger in her well nested hair that is glossy in looks "You are the exciting Night and am the burning star." Brayden become a poet at the sight of a beautiful lady. .................. Natasha did not even allow her talk as She bombard her with different question

to shield their physical reality. ​"They’re looking at us like we’re a miracle," Thomas’s voice came through the resonance-link. Back in the Sahara, he was seeing the same data. "To them, a 'Grounded' civilization is like a diamond compressed by immense pressure until it becomes indestructible." ​The First Delegate: The Silent Archivist ​The first being to step onto the obsidian plaza was from the Nautilus-Vessel. It didn't have a face or limbs in the human sense; it was a shifting cloud of silver-blue vapor contained within a crystalline suit.

*Naska* Naska's pale red eyes flicked upward at any movement by the entrances, her pale fingers tightening around her glass until her knuckles went white. Each flutter of fabric, each shadow crossing the threshold, made her heart lurch with desperate hope—that it would finally be him. That, at last, her love would arrive. But each hopeful glance was dashed just as quickly as it came, leaving her chest hollow and aching. The number of false alarms had become so common that Naska could feel her own excitement waning like a dying flame. Yet, her longing for Mykhol remained as strong as ever, a constant throb beneath her ribs.

" Emily writhed and blushed again. Why couldn't she have seen that herself? Any goose could have seen it. "Sail onward, ships--white wings, sail on, Till past the horizon's purple bar You drift from sight.--In flush of dawn Sail on, and 'neath the evening star-- Trash--trash--and yet there's a picture in it-- Lap softly, purple waves. I dream, And dreams are sweet--I'll wake no more-- Ah, but you'll have to wake if you want to accomplish anything. Girl, you've used purple twice in the same poem.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink;

Nimuel began with a apologetic tone, but Pylaieus held out of hand to stop her. "I am going to recite it now. I have never really understood the meaning, so you should take an attempt. As I spread my wings to the widening chasm below With the crimson and maroon plumage scattering low, It burst forth, and molten gold opened the jaws wide And swallowed up its home, burning down its side. Looking at the broken shards, that broke, as I fell, It reflected my vessel, red, maroon, and well, it was a patchwork, of broken fragments of skin

Out on the water, the massive ship carved slowly through the blue, as if opening a path toward confessions not yet spoken. Both carried secrets they had not dared to reveal. They stood together on the deck… Two hearts reflected on the surface of the sea. The sun was turning gold, the breeze soft against their faces. Naomi sat beside him, her arm brushing his, and asked dreamily: — “Have you ever felt the sea resembles us?” Without looking at her, he replied: — “It resembles you… calm on the surface, deep within.”

Forboding. But he had to continue. Cold and humidity mingled together as he moved apprehensively towards the widening mouth that called to him. The light became brighter but never faltered, waving like slender fingers to draw him. Just like the sirens that enchanted the sailors to their doom. Upon reaching the opening he was greeted by the sight of a large cavern. The floor was taken over by a beautiful span of water, glittering and undulating in an unfelt breeze. Nathaniel approached the edge of the lapping waters with caution. His shadow had vanished and no reflection met him. It was as if he had truly disappeared from all existence.