Unrest In The Belly of the Sea

And through the sea

they come –

marching in sorrow

for their grief is great.

Old souls who were lost by the raging waves from a monster’s agitation,

now walk an invisible battle line -

dressed in luminescent gossamer robes,

shining like silver rays

that echoed the moonlight’s phase.

The have come for the giant one

who hides between the tides.

And look now!

Here comes the serpent!

Rocking the shimmering aura

of what remains of their once-confident vessel,

though only a translucent breath

from a nearly missed shooting star.

At last, land has entrapped their eyes –

and this was no mirage for the sickly men who prayed for death.

They placed themselves upon the sand now,

and they circled,

chanting.

Putting to rest the massive sea creature

and entangling its spirit with a curse.

So that now tomorrow’s ships may set in gently.