PART THE EIGTH: THE RIME CONTINUETH
(a continuation of the Mariner's tale)
(NaPo #16, April 16, 2018)
And so within these modern times
to seas, I still am led;
the Hermit hath absolved my soul,
though life and death are wed.
For what you glimpse upon the shores,
a mariner, I still be;
I plant my feet among the waves—
the Ocean, it is me.
I spend the days with mine eyes fixed
upon horizons, far
in hopes that my unearthly ship
shall hear my cries of “Hark!”
My arms, a-wave, a signaling
to all the slimy things
to clear a path atop the crests
and tempt what Fate shall bring.
But while I serve my penance, more,
the masses point and scoff
at I, the lunatic on the beach,
because of an albatross.
They live among the built up hills
descended of those who’ve passed;
I remember well the first of them—
they will not be the last.
Despite their taunts, I cannot go
the way my shipmates went;
my payment is to never die,
immortality, Judgement, sent.
Forever doomed to briny depths
lived upon the shores,
this sailor hath a tale to tell
but who shall listen, once more?