Lord of the Seas
If only I could rule the motion and the tides,
the temperance of the skies,
wrap the clouds around my mind, my soul,
stand above the waves, the wrath,
the upheaval of the underground,
the diabolic floors, the deep sea spirits,
subdue the churning of the waters,
the works of the capricious twisters,
the children of the Lords of the Dark,
hovering over the broken rhythms
of the rolling waves,
smashing and overturning its own columns
with its grayish colors at war with each other,
playing with the ships and
singing war chants in its acts of demolition,
exercising their power over the sea,
all in a day in the life of the children of the Dark.
The time has come to disrupt
their devilish escapades, their fun with the ships,
smooth out the tumultuous waves and
make the passage way safe again as it was before;
the time to reprimand the deeds of the tempest,
to blow them away with my all powerful breath,
my own wind from my own secret arsenal,
then reach down and lift up the ships,
knead their iron clad bottoms,
feel their terror-stricken tears in my fingers,
sing a soothing lullaby to them
and send them on again to their designated port,
all in a day in the life of the Lord of the Seas.
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