The Sonnet of the Wine Dark Sea
The Sonnet of the Wine Dark Sea
The calls of m’aidez echo into darkness,
Swallowed by the blackest thoughts of man,
Shuddering and creaking on the seabed,
Through the 9th down his carved out Moulin,
The ruby treasure held in emerald prison,
The captain’s claret long since washed away,
Sleeping now for peace, a rocking cradle,
Back and forth in Mother Nature’s sway,
Grinning, grim visages move together,
The futile masquerade, a duellist’s dance,
Black drums breathing life into the ball room,
Flesh picked bones glide gaily as they prance
Pirouetting softly, glass in hand,
A lonely trumpet fish takes up the crown,
As pressure builds up to the grim crescendo,
A crash of drums as bones and glass fall down,
Poppy red spilled seeds, the wine dark sea,
The bodies of the celebrants rest free