The Undertow "Hold, serpents, for speakst I must! Hold of yonder, yonder year And lend a hallowed ear! Hold, serpents, for speakst I must!" The days were slow, and the night slower. The waters of frozen, frozen ice were beginning to thaw once more, To give way to the supple rays of sweet, sweet spring. The beasts of water could roam once more. The ships of lands afar could finally cross these waters, For the last thaw was centuries long, long lost. The many beasts could roam once more. Let me now weave the tale of the welcoming of the sun, When madmen's foot cometh to these waters! The beasts saw her come, and called, "The madman's foot cometh!" This man was a beast unknown to these waters, These cages of infidelity. Still, welcome would he be. (hushed) "...welcome would he be!" When he come, there was an uproar that Tore the waves themselves! A storm! A storm! A storm so great that none could help but call, call, Call to the gods for hope That the clouds could once again be sealed! That day did not cometh. Almost was there a meeting. a meeting of the beasts of ocean dark And of madmen of yonder hills. The storm had washed away that meeting, As if it were hallowed ground! The two must hope for another thaw, Another miraculous day where lands may come together1 That some day, One day, The undertow shall breed anew.
Reason for writing:
i just wrote it to my friend as a joke, then wondered what real poetry people might think of it. thanks.
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