The Epic Blue Vial

• Violet Walle, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2013

Whilst climbing a luscious red tree with falling leaves,
I found myself facing true north
In my hand lay a sparkling blue vial containing an odourless concoction
A voice in my head whispered “go forth”
With one swig of the vial all of my dreams came true
The sky grew to be the bluest of blue
Hearts full of evil were the fewest of few
But what one perceives
Is what another grieves
An epic soul with anguishing moans
Induced a scream that trickled through my bones
A moment of pure realization swept over me
My world was the grandest of grand
But the blue vial was the blandest of bland
For my world became an epic heat rush of joy
While for the frail soul it was the red button you hit to destroy.

By Violet Marie