Storms abound; Drums that thunder, resound
For miles all around; Through sheets of water falling,
Hammering, and stammering, lightning yelling;
Screaming indignance, injustice, impotence.
Ships and sailors,
Men and their flapping sails,
Quailing in the trembling face of Poseidon,
His trident shimmering; Terribly crowned with the shimmering of souls.
The stories come alive; Rising from the parchment yellow.
Breathing with the vapors of imagination,
Lit up with the brand of passion and human desire;
A desire for glory immortal, for awe, and for eternal fear.
Waters rise beyond the sky; Soaring higher, higher,
Swallowing the very stars that dot the sky; Celestial beams of hope,
Tarnished, vanquished, consumed, marred,
Banned from the eyes of men’s stranded hearts.
