Written by Vincent Zulawski
A white, foaming, gargantuan monster of old
Leaping! Its mouth frothing sending legions of cold
Icicles, piercing, battering in liquid form
A gale! A tempest! A sea-storm!
Summoned out of will against the worlds complacent tranquility,
Roused the heavens themselves in its plea for unquenchable fury
Your wildest dreams, fears of creatures and krakens emerging from the deep dark depths, larger than islands and fuming
Outstripped, outmatched by the mountainous waves,
The whole world, rising, falling, does not behave
Passion flames cannot hope to catch
As lighting strikes its background match.
She has been with thee for a long time
And now, now you see her at last!
All this new splendor and size!
No roman army with deafening cries
Can stand or march into those ghastly eyes
And him, like Jonah, prays for the strength of his mast
Like a penny twirling up and down he is cast
Rolling alongside her wet, white, foaming knuckles.
Wrathful god power, to her an endless chuckle.
The crash and blast and creak of timbers
The frenzy of life itself wiping away his notions
The freeze in his bones hotter than the great orb,
A man stands alone against the ocean.