swamp-brain the magnificent pt 1

a swamp prison that soon changes before his eyes

swamp-brain sludged slowly
through the cesspool of his mind.
a strange abyss, dank with mold and fungus.
limbs slimed with tar and thick droplets dribbled from his fingers.
so symbolic of his greed;
of his excellency and magnificence.

the walls that lined his head
weeped mildew and slime,
and every nook and cranny
crept crawlies creeping in web and exoskeletons.
abandoned bodies of bugs and
chips of silver skin-powder crushed in the corners.
no one else walked inside this chasm,
no one else dipped their toes inside the
mosquito-breeding algae-pit he grew in his head.

but one night a blue moon gleamed outside of the marshes,
bright light shone beneath the murky waters,
and a pale silver fog caressed the swampy shores.
and with a halo of diamonds,
and pearl hair speckled with jewels,
the faierie lifted her eyes
above the tar-skinned mire;
though no filth dare lay its foul slime on her porcelain skin.
and as the silver silken wings on her back fluttered in lullaby,
waves of shimmering light resonated to every inch
of the abyss that is
swamp-brain.

reborn through light, the marsh was revived once more.
green grass sproutlings peeped out their youthful heads
across all of the swamp in a flawless emerald hue.
once black waters became sapphire-pools,
thorns and reeds became intoxicated with a fresh breeze
and where upon them once grew rough edges,
there now grew gems of every kind.
opal, topaz, ruby, amethyst, garnet, jade;
these jewel-blooming flowers lined the purified pools,
and what jewels are complete without a kiss of soft radiant light?
and, o, but what light would one find
in a swamp such as swamp-brain's?

the strangest magic this slimy creature ever did see,
was surely yet to come:
for the quaint faierie could see the tragedy of the jewel-flowers
and so thus produced an ancient runestone.
it spoke of the night guardian's:
protectors of the nightsky, watchers of the moon and stars.
it told tales of one who could summon forth
the avatar of many celestial bodies.
and with a sequence of inaudible mutterings
the faierie soon summoned an image of all the universe,
in a fog below the thick, withered canopies of the swamp.
galaxies spun and thrived in front of their eyes,
stars were born and expired in the
galactic mist above their heads.
but most beautifully of all shone the moon.
her pale blue flesh gleamed,
o 'twas the brightest in all the universe!
and from her luna-beams, she graced the swamp with light;
light that had not been felt here for millennia.

within every creature and plant that day,
there was, inside them, ignited a fire.
like their first sip of wine,
warm and bubbling throughout them,
or your first feel of anothers warm flesh.
and every jewel-flower glittered its true colours,
and every drop of mud blossomed fertile soil,
and every breeze was a kiss of roses and stardust.

but what no one happened to wonder
was really quite an unusual wonder indeed.
how was swamp-brain supposed to feel
with no longer swamp for a brain?