They call the ship 'Burden,'
An indestructible vessel,
Rival to the monsters of the sea.
It's exactly what the people needed,
For you see,
In the depths lurked a beast.
Eighty tentacles, four trade ships tall and wide,
A hundred-thirty teeth when it's smile lied.
They called it, "Kraken."
It was nothing of the likes you've seen,
Emperor of the dark sea.

The Burden could hold fifteen hundred men,
Arming harpoons, cannons, muskets, wit.
The king ordered them to turn the seas red with gore,
Call forth the Kraken,
Strike it dead.
Then to the king,
They would drag back it's head.

So come high-noon,
The ship was in place,
Above the deepest of sea caves.
Letting forth crates of bait,
Staining the waters of the sea,
Until the sailors heard a rumble,
Shake the Burden's iron shell.

Up from the waters came long river's hell,
Tentacles like spires towering well beyond the sails.
But the crew held steady,
"Tighten the ropes, arm our cannons,"
Cried the captain,
"Then fire!"
The seas filled with blood,
The sky filled with gunpowder, fractured shells,
A shriek rang out from the deeps.
The cry of death,
From the Kraken itself.
Tentacles sinking away,
"The head!" Cried the captian,
So Lutenent Lucus dived after the creature.

Tied by a rope,
Pike in hand,
The creature's head,
He began to drag.
Though, glancing over his shoulder,
Through the murk he could see,
The form of a woman swimming away.
Some curse broken, he decided,
A soul freed from grim reality.

Peace.

When I reach out,
You grab my hand.
When I reach out,
You listen to my words.
When I reach out,
You're there.

It's that Friday The 13th kind of thing,
When every thing's so good,
You just know something is gonna stab through.

I didn't want to make you feel this way,
I wasn't ignoring you.
It just took me a second to respond.

You will always be number one,
I understand my fault here,
Keeping my phone on ringer,
So I never take more than three minutes to answer you.

I remember when
And it wasent
That long ago
The nature of the now
Changed
When the
Nature
Of the
Nature
Went unnatural
Somehow
And yet
It gets
Thinner
With
Time
But
It
Takes so long
It's like the dripping
Of lime

I used to have an odd relationship
With the early hours of the day
After the clock strikes midnight
But before the suns first ray
The hours when dew is forming
And possums meander along
When drunkards are outside dancing
When the heartbroken hum their song

But lately I've grown fond
Of these hours in between
Despite the dark night sky
The grass appears quite green
The world around seems absent
No bustling energy here
But once your eyes adjust
Your head can finally clear

There's space in the silence
In the darkness and the death
It's a gap between the diving
Where your conscience takes a breath
And I love the irony
How it's when you lose your sight
That the fog of darkness settles
And you can see the dimmest lights.

That what was special
Is not that special anymore
Despite national anthems
The modern ground swell
Abhorred
To what was the beginning
The mid
But possibly
Not the end
Let's see how it goes
Whatever can you defend?