A collection of 3 poems

Poem #1: Vile Sky
“Under a vile sky floats the remnants of life.”
The pale-white coral croaks weakly.
What was a plethora of vibrant vitality,
Is now a field of ashen-grey.
“We’ve lost what was even a part of us.”
 
“Under a vile sky lies a place without breath.”
A large fish warns as it swims.
Before us exists a great empty space -
Nothing but swirling bits of decay.
“The rot gorges on that which comes from above.”
 
 “Under a vile sky, the fish are taken.”
Says a shark who darts about haltingly.
The nets can be seen gathering fish by the hundred,
And the shark looks yearning for something to eat.
“Those maws are insatiable, and leave none for later.”
 
“Under a vile sky, poison is mistaken for food.”
A turtle groans as it paddles along.
A translucent, billowing white jellyfish looms nearby.
But the turtle realizes the plastic it is made of.
“I’m lucky to be able to tell the difference.”
 
“Under a vile sky, many cannot live.”
A dying clam with a broken shell murmurs.
The bit and pieces of mollusks fill the water.
As the waves roll by, more fragments release.
“Our lives are forfeit as the ocean churns.”
 
Under the vile sky, the ocean wanes.
Even as the shores rise,
The water becomes more hostile.
The damage extends boundlessly.
“What has made the sky so unforgiving?”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Poem 2: Frost, Thaw. (A collection of 2 Haikus)
 
Frosted valley winds
Embrace flesh with iced breath –
No heat to sustain.
 
A Sun-pierced glade,
Life abounding in the shade
The flowers wind-swayed.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Poem 3: The Vow
“Welcome, children of light,
Drown in the deep, or rise from it.”
The abounding voice beckoned.
We pressed forth with accrued might.
With knowledge and power, our path was lit,
yet still our world was threatened.
 
The voice sees us, “Freed of chains.”,
 
Reckons us ‘fit to reign’.
Within the Pyramid is a test
Ingress is granted, and within we roam.
Three sigils is our refrain
A dark ritual we suppress,  
We dispel the riddle on the tomes.
 
“I am a savior serving existence; it is an undying purpose.”
 
The voice suggests our journey treasonous
Up the flights, an abomination worships.
This we fight; its blight to cleanse.
The darkness here is voracious,
But its resonant power we eclipse
Our light within the dark is our lens.
 
“Where does your purpose lie?”
 
Up the pyramids inner face we fly,
For the way before us does not last.
Before us now, a museums artifact.
Through the exhibition halls, we must be spry.
Harnessing weapon-relics of our past,
Using everything we have in attack.
 
“You came to conquer. Move pieces.”
 
The voices seething rage increases.
Embers bloom from a great-worms maw
A dead gods power – siphoned.
Before the disciple, our progress ceases
The grandiose harbinger presents without flaw
The voice we heard, dressed in blood.
 
“All that awaits is the darkness beyond your final days.”
 
He scolds us with immense dispraise,
Assaults us with a ferocity described as fatal.
Yet, we leech this force to emanate forward.
The disciple retreats, drawing a glaive,
His last stand, but collected and graceful.
We exploit the darkness to break his ward.
His form unleashes, drawing him into a craze,
Energy flows from him, increasingly unstable.
The darkness envelops us, no sight to afford.
Succumbing to us, his body goes ablaze.                         
Shattering into a mass of branches, still faithful,
Yet, his plea to his deity goes ignored.