Ennui has moons, but no sun. The city by the shore is mostly shore. Flat moonlit sea laps the sand. Sea stretches into darkness. Monsters lie below: juggernauts and leviathans.
She walks the bare and shell-less sand.
On approach, Ennui is ruins: half towers and crumbled walls. Moonflower vines and lunar orchids grow through the holes and the cracks carpeting the ground with velvety leaves.
"Why does do one dance here in the moonlight?" asks Miss Doe Friend.
Shiny polished onyx shards lay on the long shore of ebony sand. Black trumpet flowers blossom exposing stamen dusted with violet pollen.
The tall ship Sympatico sails in the Sea of Ennui, it carries travelers, those who lift a hand to wave to it may come aboard. The sailor with the long black braids rows her companion out to the lagoon where black porpoises play.
"The sailors of Sympatico sing delightful tunes," says Miss Emeline. "And the food they served was delicious."
"We danced all night on the ship," says Miss Doe Friend. "We felt so free. Although I did see Miss Emeline brooding some, staring out at the Sea of Ennui, she soon came back to us and danced all the more."
"By ship, ennui turns out to be an island. Only, on land, we never went all the way around it. I remember, too, the stories, the black sails, and the silence."
"Why does do one dance here in the moonlight?" asks Miss Doe Friend.
Shiny polished onyx shards lay on the long shore of ebony sand. Black trumpet flowers blossom exposing stamen dusted with violet pollen.
The tall ship Sympatico sails in the Sea of Ennui, it carries travelers, those who lift a hand to wave to it may come aboard. The sailor with the long black braids rows her companion out to the lagoon where black porpoises play.
"The sailors of Sympatico sing delightful tunes," says Miss Emeline. "And the food they served was delicious."
"We danced all night on the ship," says Miss Doe Friend. "We felt so free. Although I did see Miss Emeline brooding some, staring out at the Sea of Ennui, she soon came back to us and danced all the more."
"By ship, ennui turns out to be an island. Only, on land, we never went all the way around it. I remember, too, the stories, the black sails, and the silence."
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