A.D. Maxwell proudly presents his first collection of original poetry and cordially invites you inside, where a grand host of elaborate images awaits, lingering in the dimming candlelight. They are guests of the evening's masquerade, conversing in their own unique ways between the towering pillars. Languid tones and gleeful chuckles echo beneath the almost-organic ceiling, while, barely audible, two visiting bards play a duet on saucer-shaped instruments. Their fingers, twig-like, pluck and strum, drawing forth great ...
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A.D. Maxwell proudly presents his first collection of original poetry and cordially invites you inside, where a grand host of elaborate images awaits, lingering in the dimming candlelight. They are guests of the evening's masquerade, conversing in their own unique ways between the towering pillars. Languid tones and gleeful chuckles echo beneath the almost-organic ceiling, while, barely audible, two visiting bards play a duet on saucer-shaped instruments. Their fingers, twig-like, pluck and strum, drawing forth great waterfalls of resonance, rainbow castles wafting from the tumult and the spray, fading away as soon as they form, scattering onto the ferns and the boulders plagued by moss around the exotic pool. Four feet down, where the foaming noise fades to a mere drone, a scarlet fish resides, the sole resident of this sacred place. She awoke one day, long ago, in the very depths of this pool between the halves of a sunken rowboat, whose owners had departed with such haste as to leave behind a number of fascinating treasures. Amidst the wreckage, an old leather notebook, bloated, bruised by parting blows from its own ink; a sleek pen and its accompanying well, neither of which will ever run dry again; and a slim locket, now gilded with an industrial sheen of turquoise, crimson, and black-speckled gold, from inside which a portrait of two young lovers stares out, tailcoat and lacy gown, pearls and pocket watch, beneath two grinning faces as the scene slowly fades away. And then the bards put down their instruments for a moment, and, in the flickering candlelight, the assembled company applauds.
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