In My Mind's Eye

Marauder of a Forgotten Sea

Toss me a line to hoist this sail,

For our voyage shall not end in a rivulet of tears, 

Mingling with the salty ocean,

In a reflected constellation of our fears.

Toss me a line to ensnare this sea serpent,

For our existence shall not end in protruding rib-bones,

Vibrating like the bars of a xylophone,

Our vessel catapulted to Davy Jones'.

Toss me a line to strangle this Siren,

For her carols have begun to curdle in my ears, 

And beauty is but naught,

If that falsetto in my heart yet sears.

Toss me a line,

For the fabric of my sanity has been tattered to ribbons.

The freedom of the sea is but a hall of lonely prisons.

And I swear in the night,

I can still hear their screams,

As the Kraken pulls them under, 

Lungs ripped at the seams.