RED SEA IN THE MORNING
SAILOR TAKE WARNING
Nameless waves of forgotten seas
may rise and fall with time
And nothing, save a foolish ship,
would cut that wake of brine.
Here time does not exist for man
as days and months and years
But flows upon the tides of time
to fall upon deaf ears.
The cold spray will not wake the dead
from slumber down below.
They must wait until the end
when spirits there will show
That nothing dies within the sea
as each one will live on
Within the sinews of it’s host until the waited dawn.
And deep, deep down below the waves,
in cold that numbs the brain;
In shadow worlds of black and gray where little life remains,
There is a creature of the night
that slumbers in the depths
Which knows not right or wrong my dear,
but knows the pale of death.
The great bull dragon of the sea
lay tethered by a chain
fashioned from the hulks of ships
that sail no more the main.
With back the size of islands and
it’s spines the size of trees,
This creature serves another who
rules the seven seas.
When typhoons blow the waves above
in torrents ruthlessly,
Then wakes the dragon from it’s sleep which held it breathlessly.
In fitful rage it pulls it's chain
in anger to be waken
And as it does, the fray thus taunts
it’s master most forsaken.
Their the golden trident moves
and rises mastly tall
For now the God of all the seas
stands at Lordly call.
All the creatures bound by he
answer, large and small,
As now the great Neptune awakes,
The lord of oceans all.
Massive shoulders of blue and froth
rise up above the sea
As his dragon trumpets the charge
most triumphantly
And still they rise above the storm
that ships could scarce survive
But Great Neptune and his dragon,
exult where storms collide.
And then, as had the sea arose
so did the sea expel
Those forces that Neptune himself
had mastered very well.
The death roll of the sea gave in
as Neptune felt the urge
To sleep again for now the end
beheld the typhoon’s dirge.
Below the waves, the God of seas
slowly slipped beneath,
Taking with him his dragon’s wrath and departed sailor’s
grief
Down they sank with solemn ease
to rest their ancient bones
upon the dragon’s staunch retreat and Neptune on his thrown.
for Neptune slept once more
As his dragon, woefully,
returned to ocean’s floor. Now they sleep most tacitly,
each as if of stone,
Until the next typhoon at sea
risks sailors far from home.
~ Robert E. Browne ~
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