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THE SACRAMENT OF SACRIFICE
Spawned in the fury of our maelstrom
Dashed against the stones again and again
The forgetting
The bloodletting
Grasping from beneath the waves
I still see her face in the maelstrom
Her delicate features frozen in screams
The sacrament
Of sacrifice
It still haunts me in my dreams
Reaching hands, cold and shattered
They pull me under
Desperate sails, torn and tattered
They pull me under
The thunder and murder once again
Poised like a goddess of the sea
In all her glory chained to the bow
O, when the sea crashes and heaves
In throes of those fathom deep below
Tentacles thrash with tridents and brine
Barnacles crusted with flesh sacrificed
She screams in the horror realized
Reaching hands, cold and shattered
They pull me under
Desperate sails, torn and tattered
They pull me under
The thunder and murder once again
Old time mariners speak of this
Rite of passage across seven seas
Calm waters beyond the abyss
She goes to slake oblivion’s needs
Embracing the deepest cold wrath
Where jaws of death await you on the path
Cthulhu waits with whiles and blackcraft
Facing the madness, she slowly laughs
Reaching hands, cold and shattered
They pull me under
Desperate sails, torn and tattered
They pull me under
The thunder and murder once again
Lo, behold the rise of the maelstrom
Primal hunger thrives on the ocean floor
I offer you
And errand’s fool
As she feasts on the monster’s gore
Reaching hands, cold and shattered
They pull me under
Desperate sails, torn and tattered
They pull me under
The thunder and murder once again
Dashed against the stones again and again
The forgetting
The bloodletting
Grasping from beneath the waves
I still see her face in the maelstrom
Her delicate features frozen in screams
The sacrament
Of sacrifice
It still haunts me in my dreams
Reaching hands, cold and shattered
They pull me under
Desperate sails, torn and tattered
They pull me under
The thunder and murder once again
Poised like a goddess of the sea
In all her glory chained to the bow
O, when the sea crashes and heaves
In throes of those fathom deep below
Tentacles thrash with tridents and brine
Barnacles crusted with flesh sacrificed
She screams in the horror realized
Reaching hands, cold and shattered
They pull me under
Desperate sails, torn and tattered
They pull me under
The thunder and murder once again
Old time mariners speak of this
Rite of passage across seven seas
Calm waters beyond the abyss
She goes to slake oblivion’s needs
Embracing the deepest cold wrath
Where jaws of death await you on the path
Cthulhu waits with whiles and blackcraft
Facing the madness, she slowly laughs
Reaching hands, cold and shattered
They pull me under
Desperate sails, torn and tattered
They pull me under
The thunder and murder once again
Lo, behold the rise of the maelstrom
Primal hunger thrives on the ocean floor
I offer you
And errand’s fool
As she feasts on the monster’s gore
Reaching hands, cold and shattered
They pull me under
Desperate sails, torn and tattered
They pull me under
The thunder and murder once again
Published 7th Jun 2019
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(c) 2019 Frank Green
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Anonymous
7th Jun 2019 4:52pm
This piece inhibits a titan vibe;
it reminds me of Hades going
to war with Zeus and offering
up the sea as it`s playground;
excellent ink`ing, my King
only you can write the dark
the way it`s meant to be written ...
both versatile & mainstream ... yours, Devil`lyn
10th Jun 2019 1:09am
