Arcana Antediluvia

[Act I: The Argosy on the Eldritch Sea]
 [The Antediluvian Oracle:]
 And so it was written, that rage would carry him like a howling wind, leaving only frozen corpses,
 Their bones rattling in hollow armour, to tell their tale in his wake.
 [The Black Mariner:]
 Behold, my blackened, grim and gory axe, the searing glow of trenchant steel.
 I'll notch another widow to my haft, and wreak red vengeance 'cross the waves.
 Tales of black-sailed argosies, bedeviled by base treachery!
 [The Antediluvian Oracle:]
 His gaze is as fire, his words are as spear-points, his voice is as thunder, his touch as the plague!
 [The Black Mariner:]
 Storm-prow cleaving, dragon rending, nighted deeps far, far below,
 Hail-scur scouring, sea devouring, sunken realm's ethereal glow.
 [The Antediluvian Oracle:]
 And one night, there came a storm, a storm with searing red winds.
 Fire and steel rode within it, and vengeance writ in thunder and blood!
 [The Black Mariner:]
 Down sixty fathoms, from stygian coral-clad tombs, the pitiless abyssal sea disgorges its shambling mold-mottled dead,
 Dank innards blackly acoil with nests of slithering things!
 Ghosts aglide upon the eldritch seas, unfathomed voyage to ascendancy,
 Traitorous blood, the surf roils red, churning crimson, thrice-cursed dead.
 [The Antediluvian Oracle:]
 'Tis enough that men might dream of being kings without aspiring to the power of gods.
 [To be continued in "Arcana Antediluvia Act II: The Demon in the Dusklight Crystal."]