Behold, immortal Poseidon on bellowing steeds Rushing, foaming in front my tent, Waving high his mighty trident, Stirring heaven and making her cry.
'Where are you going?' 'To the seas, to the seas," Poseidon replies. 'Why the rush? Tarry a moment with me.' 'No, no,' he explains, 'There's a troubled sailor at sea.'
Off he jumps over a fallen bough he goes, With his white, yellow chariots in tow.
Written on 17 November 2017 Hulu Langat Jungle, Malaysia