To Crest a Wave

To Crest a Wave is a poem by FourFlames. It was entered in the Wiki-Wide Writing Contest.
== Part I: Emerald Diamonds ==
Seafoam,
emerald diamonds,
glittering fiercely.
A tail writhing,
lan eel pinned to the depths.
Tides lash at the shore,
a war unwritten by time,
a last breath of the ocean poured in fury,
crashing and roaring like a dying dragon.
The sand sinks below the talons of a single one.
Glimmering coastline glares in his eyes, taunting him forward
but 
in them he shows no fear
of the battle-ready walls of water.
Wings spread;
he beats the air like a smooth legato rhythm
and the sky swiftly plucks out the harpstrings
as he dives down, low as a cormorant.
Flaring his wings into a power thrust,
the chorus of the ocean winds
he spirals to the beat
as an agile fragment of the rebellious waters below.
Is this a nightmare?
For it is so strong
and I am but a mere dragon
But he regrets these thoughts;
The weak are the doubters.
Then in scales of storm sky
and wings of faith
the world turns on its head
and in a split moment
drip, drip, drip,
three single droplets welcome his forehead
the surface a gate to his face,
and he threshes through the salty water.
His webbed claws do not fight in anger   
his wings do not try to hold their own;   
he embraces the difficulty   
of the seafoam,   
emerald diamonds,   
glittering fiercely.
== Part II: White Knives ==
The onyx spit splashes,
dancing,
not in victory
for you see,
it has lost a battle;
a battle with the sky and earth.
Why, still then, does it dance?
It is dancing
because of the white knives.
They ascend from a smoke up in the sky
not a hot smoke, but a silver, bright smoke.
And the white knives.
They, too, cut through it.
Then they strike over all;
the earth
the sky
even the spit itself
but they do not resist.
Why? 
You ask these questions,
but surely you, too, would rejoice
and you would know.
They are what make the emerald diamonds glitter fiercely
what make the waters lash like an eel's tail
what make Dragons see
what make the grass exist
what make the winds blow
and what rakes the world
with their
slices
and white knives.
== Part III: A Shape Underwave ==
A scale,
like a fish,
drifts below
no fire, just gentle lapping
as it rows over and underwave.
Beams of white-knife
and waves of calm emerald diamonds
have abandoned their war.
He passes
because he is a tide.
They bow to him respectfully and dance elsewhere.
A steady rhythm
legato
with a harp
flies to play elsewhere.
His moment has been lived;
he is the wings of faith
the scales of storm sky
And the shape underwave
returns to his post
at a palace of summer
with fronds of green
talons of spit
knives of white,
emerald diamonds,
all
glittering fiercely.
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