The Hunt

Flat and silent the ocean lies
 Pequot's captured in a lull
 no gentle breeze blows in the sails
 heated by a salty carpet from above
 the crew's emaciated, survival tough
 Giant billows bear a mighty whiteness
 Screams from the outlook: whale ahead!
 I want this whale, i want it dead!
 Hysteria on upper deck
 rabid flames in Ahab's eyes
 hustle and bustle, drag and pull
 panic affects the whaler's moves
 The harpoon slashes the water's surface
 diving into darkness the prey escapes
 Swallowed by the sea
 Starboard lies calm
 portside full of wrath
 possessed by unhuman anger
 the heart bravely pumps the blood
 through the marionette of rage
 Ahab's visage runs red
 i want this whale, i want it dead
 A fin erupts from the abyss
 proudly undulates the flesh
 reaches bright horizons
 inviolable, manorial
 An arrow loosens.
 And spirit's away.