Red mist that night
Unholy still
Our ships pins marring
That ocean like glass
For the wind, all at once, had died

I strode the deck, bashing heads
As I must, such as men were
Loosed sails that might
May a breeze sort the lot
Twilight had broke

The first sight to fix me,
My dearest new maiden wife
Bon Homme she stayed
Small miles west, whaling I must stay
The next, stole my breadth

The whole of the ocean rose
Blending both sky and sea
Where one began I could not tell
But it's glass caught us up
Brought us high, fearing to tip

From wince it's cresting
The very sea brought to waste
Screaming to lash sail
The words strangled my throat
I could see them come

Not one at first, but sprang
Many as though they were the sea itself
Tearing at decking, board and man
Destroying, in mad waste
A mass of scrabbling death

The ocean bubbled, cursing its own fate
Each parts aquatic fish,
The dead men of a thousand years
Drowned, and undead
Grasping, ripping, and tearing at life

In a moment I was thrown
From faithful decking
Knocking myself senseless upon the spar
Suddenly in the cold
To my men, in lifeboats tossed about

Creatures, rose around us
Twice the height of man
A guffaw, almost laughter
Before they opened mouths as one
And cast their eyes upon us

Behind their voices
Like chirping of birds
All black of wing
A song, barely heard
Just beyond its words

With a menace of despair
Too grand for comprehension
The night darkened
As the stars winked out
One by one

The entities, became one
Tor'd Ul d'Chulp
It bleed my ears as it spoke
The ocean boiled around my little boat
Inward I cowered when it spoke it's name

It seemed to straighten
If something of such great height could
And turned away
Our crew of six, nightmarish awe
Our lifeboat then thrown about in its wake

At which point, men screamed
I know, for I was among them
Not for our lot, now with the sea
But for what we witnessed
Birthed from the deep

Striding toward our homes
The village of Bon Homme
We knew would be gone by morn
Knowing naught what befallen us
Only the fate of those to come

At a point in a time
Two ends met and bound
Folded over each other
A loving package between them

Wrapped in reds, blues, and silver tones
Crisp edges mirrored on each side
Corners tapped perfect and whole
The ribbons reached easily

Time passed and never opened
Shelved, too pretty to open
Maybe fear for ruination
Or the present not match the bow

Bits of sunlight fell
Drifting lazily down
With every little draft
Slowly dulling it's shine

It still glowed inside
Still bright it's light
Unquenched warmth
To shame it's wrap

Untouched and less admired
Scared of its long depths
It became a child's toy
Unused and forgotten

Thickly covered by years
Beyond ignored and lost
Memories passed over
Without a backwards glance

When, time came to pass
Delicate breadth, brought puffs
Fingers touched at bows
Ribbons untied, unwrapped

The light shown forth
Shedding years, wrinkles and tears
Luster returns to eyes
Youth comes to mind

The tiniest of smiles
Brushes her lips
Memories flood
And she remembers love

Strings, vibrating taunting
Stretching down, swirled around the moonlight
Twisting, grasping, confused for
Tentative, delicate holds
But Intimately bound

Draws, pulls me toward you
As you ignore me, in self imposed exile
From the other side, of a door you've closed
Your voice thrums my heartstrings, exposed
Tickling a song forth, as you push me away

Confused, I am lost
Inconsistent words from moments
I cannot speak, your inner guilt
Is worn on your sleeve, expressed
Then your actions deny, cry out

You see problems, mountains
Pulled up from the earth, gigantic
Designed to create reasons, walls
Stopping us, preventing us
From being us

Giving every reason, illusions
Building toward a crescendo,
But will you cross the line
You've drawn across your soul
And ties you to my heart

Left only for you to realize
I'm here, outside your walls
Waiting, howling, scratching
Straining, listening
For you to open the door

Bringing tears of pain
Full redness and burning
Campfires of the Earth
Volcanos, ripping investments
Planning of all the ants

"It'll destroy the world,"
Views of eco freaks
On the wrench
Only seeing the bolt

On, not the pureness of the engine
Revving of all the gear heads
White knuckling all those who don't;
Pure daily drivers, all

Specializing in their niches
Preyed upon by statisticians
Numbers, by day
Astrologists by night

Spinning above our heads
Lain east to west, chi
Without regard
For silly things

The wind blows
Like a breath of fresh
Air cascading across the landing
Out across the bay

Salt tickles the nose
Hairs standing, bristling
Mixed with oceans'
Storms, before

Driftwood washes up
And down, flotsam
Jetsam from victims
Of the sea

Stories told in the wind
Howled in blood,
Driven through bodies
Written in water

Ice chunks, winter's
Harsh testing
Of man's defiance
To the toll, mother nature sings