A narrative poem written by:

Zerayn D.

The Man of Diamonds and his Realm

As the phoenix watches from afar,
the man of diamonds on the island of stars.
luminous, refractive, shining bright,
reflective, transparent, casting light.
lights meet in facets, a dazzling array,
diffusing beams in every way.
creating rainbows without a drop of rain,
a shimmering dance, a vibrant refrain.

Once when the island was making rainbows,
a child came, troubled by the glowing shows.
she cried, “It’s too bright, the lights burn my sight!”
on her small lens, the rainbows blurred from light.
her undeveloped eyes hid the spectrum’s grace,
veiling the beauty in a softened embrace.

In displeasure, the man of diamond did inquire,
“Why can’t you see rainbows in your own land, dear fire?
What eyes have you got when all eyes shimmer and gleam,
reflecting the light in a brilliant beam?”
he questioned her with a condemning tone,
scolding her for the colors she hadn’t known.

The mother of the child begged and cried,
“Was it my fault my child can’t see the sky’s pride?”
she groaned and mourned for the man of diamond’s stare,
but he ignored her pleas, walking past in despair.
he appeased the winter and brought it to the land,
the mother and child frozen, by fate’s cold hand.
they became one with the diamonds, forever to shine,
a chilling bond, in the island’s design.

This is the island of diamonds bright,
ruled by the man of shimmering light,
the man of diamonds.