Boarded the vessel for a voyage unknown
into the history of terrible tales,
tempestuous winds struck the sails,
with a devastating vigour unrestrained.

A wisp of mist engulfed them all
in its sublime courtesy of hidden vaults,
boisterous sailors revelled in the presents
brought by the storm on Poseidon's whim.

The gambit triumphed , the sailors descended,
into madness of glory and power unchained.
Mortal dread creeped up from within,
as the bellowing groans threatened the silent stillness
of impending doom, the wrath of Kraken.

Macabre greed consumed the maniacs,
devoured their flesh in utter misery
as sickles cut into their bones
with venomous fangs of serpent abhorred.

The Gods rejoiced, men sulked in disdain,
as all their prayers went in vain,
at last, the vultures arrived and reaped the harvest
of figures tormented in dreadful dungeons of corruption,
with a ghastly smile strewn across their face.