The Hunt

Flat and silent the ocean lies
 pequod'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 afferts 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 brawly 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.