Realms

Floating on the surface of blue,

Rays of the king shine upon me.

Today, Poseidon and Helios be you,

And I be the soul under your tree.

Lighting strikes from nowhere,

Still, still on you my ocean.

Like hate, the drops on my bare,

Causing holes as a deadly potion.

Yet I still stay on you,

I believe that you will never loath.

Truth as clear as dew,

But I leave and put on my cloth.