The Melancholy of Jorik by TheExtraGuy, literature
Literature
The Melancholy of Jorik
The Melancholy of Jorik
By Sean P.P. Hixon
Twas a violent and rainy night that invaded the peaceful town of Minniepebble. The waves of the angry sea were crashing upon the Cliffside, bickering with the wind. The trees around the town were roaring in a war cry, and the marching of the rain upon the ground, a fear inducing sound. Yet upon this chaotic cliff stood a old lighthouse, decommissioned for decades and had not shone its light since… But inside this lighthouse lived both Jorik, a young lad of twenty-two, and his father Boris of sixty. Jorik’s father was dying and had been approaching death’s door for a few weeks, and
The Melancholy of Jorik by TheExtraGuy, literature
Literature
The Melancholy of Jorik
The Melancholy of Jorik
By Sean P.P. Hixon
Twas a violent and rainy night that invaded the peaceful town of Minniepebble. The waves of the angry sea were crashing upon the Cliffside, bickering with the wind. The trees around the town were roaring in a war cry, and the marching of the rain upon the ground, a fear inducing sound. Yet upon this chaotic cliff stood a old lighthouse, decommissioned for decades and had not shone its light since… But inside this lighthouse lived both Jorik, a young lad of twenty-two, and his father Boris of sixty. Jorik’s father was dying and had been approaching death’s door for a few weeks, and
Once touched
this rock transformed
to a suburb of evergreen.
They named it Earth,
called us Mother.
Hollow
yet adamant,
We supported their wonderful growth.
Triumph, champagne!
Then gone... Disease...
Pointless:
our quarantine,
For the humans were infected.
So like machines
we deserted.
Ere long
our kind returned,
for could the husk contain a cure?
Such fools, like babes
in death's blanket.
Shots from
fireproof robots
Instantly stained us crimson
Doors disengaged
protection gone.
The last Candytuft
withers, with us to blame.
Our work unravelled,
Genesis reversed.
The nocturne drowns all.