Appetite

Published Jul 26th, 2018, 7/26/18 9:23 pm

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Lostbedouin
Level 14 : Journeyman Warrior

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In the aftermath of hell
there shone light upon the sea.
As if blessed by God himself
names were burned into the trees.

Every body, every bone
washed away and buried deep.
Seaweed wrapped between the thighs
of the stones He wished to keep.

I have made a pact with death.
And my soul is not my own.
I have sealed my fate and theirs
just to own my rightful throne.

Of the thousands I have watched
slain upon the greedy beach.
All my countrymen and friends
I would use the flesh of each.

“Gods of wind and gods of earth
I can see it in your eyes!
That you hate the Ocean Lord
As He drinks up all their cries!”

Filled with sympathy and love...
filled with weakness, steeped in hate.

I will rally every god
to meet fate at ocean’s gates.

I have sold myself to plunge
into depths after my death.
But if all the earth can fight
I might keep my soul and breath.

So I’ll rally every king,

any source I can exhaust.

I will own the world of men.

I will never pay the cost.

“Gods of fire! Gods of rain!
Worlds will never be the same!

Come and kill the Ocean King!
Taint the water in my name!”

As the roots grow towards the ocean
and the fire licks the tide
I begin to realize slowly
that the losing side is mine.

As I watch my army crumble

I sink down upon my knees

All the gods I’ve called have fallen

their names written in the trees.

Of the thousands that have passed
I ask why is it they’ve died?
Will the sea still remain hungry?
Can its King be satisfied?

My dark heart has become empty

I suppose it fits the sea.

Yes, the ocean now is calling

I must let the tide take me.

As I drift into the darkness

I can feel the ocean’s eyes

and then I begin to hear them

every soul...and all their cries.

There is dread inside my body

and my lungs tear from my frame,

but the current pulls me deeper.

This is fear, it is not shame.

I hear thundering and clanging
like the sky is falling down.

And it shakes the ocean floor

it’s a moaning, groaning sound.

I can sense my soul attempting

to let go and meet its fate.

But there is a force inside me

with an appetite to sate.

I can feel my body breaking,

But the King has blessed my eyes.

I can see with perfect clarity

the fate my heart denies.

As the murky water thins

and the wails have met their height

I begin to see the horror

of the ocean’s appetite.

All the flesh and bone colliding,

used as blocks of solid stone,

and the souls of men are crying

mortar knit into a throne.

Living seaweed binds the frames,

hearts and lungs spill from the cracks,

souls are tearing from their bodies,

spines are poking from their backs.

I can feel my jaw is fixed,

in pure terror as I scream,

I can feel it dislocating.

God, I hope this is a dream.

But the God I know is cruel

though at least He keeps His word.

My soul rips from its dead body

t'was the last sound that I heard.

And a thousand years from then

I have been at last reborn.

And from time to time I visit

the sea where my soul was torn.

They have sent down many divers

Said, “A city must have fell.”

But they hardly know the truth

that the ocean floor was hell.

And when I go out to listen

I can sense a soul or two

drifting up to meet its maker

as it finally breaks through.

I cannot reveal the horror

but it’s written in the trees.

All the names of those who fell

and my own name among these.

Credit	Punkamoar because his entry inspired me to enter and also because despite the similarities between our entries he was still chill with me posting this, Berserk bc i love those betrayal aspects and it definitely helps imagine these
Tags	Story Contest Poetry Poem Death Water Ocean Dying Bones Aretagsanewfeature Idontrememberthem Scarythings Oooooo