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angels of the deep

A swarm of statues awakens within the cold, stirred by the tampering of man. Their stony gowns weigh them down as they rise from the chill of the waters, like cicadas in July, until the last emerges from the expanse of the night sea. She gently lowers herself, clutching the waves as if they were stone themselves, and lifts her waterlogged moth wings, slowly opening her eyeless lids. The artificial intruder looms before her, threatening the calmness of her organic domain. The sight of the illuminated white, the sounds of her sister screeches draw her toward the abomination. Every instinct she has is screaming Danger.

Kind of an ekphrastic style poem.

You may take it at face value, but it would also apply if you use it as an allegory. Probably.

The picture is one I took on a recent journey to the Wartburg, Eisenach, Germany.