Caspian
The night that forged their hearts to iron. The sky splintered lightning black broken mirrors, spit torrents of saline spume, chariots of howling gale, legions of swell surround, peaks and troughs with heights of Babel, with fates of man the same. A rumbling from below… The Titan of the Sea. Translucent skin of flesh-slimed film, like the coating of eels, studded with barnacle piercings and swathed in browning weeds from 1,000 leagues below, with beginnings before Christ. Colossal, A sweeping frame, form wrought of rot. Draped locks that befit kings, now wired algae-ridden fray from millennia in brine, Urchin-tangled, Veiled over Sunken onyx eyes of ancients, depths like the abyssal floor he walks, darker than the trench his petrified nails pried themselves from, Splintered iris streaks, like molten breakage shifts in deepest ocean plates: Nothing to the smile that spans the unspeakable visage, the length of an army’s frontline, with cruelty alike, held open with teeth like 10 thousand cutlass swords, framed by blackened brackish lips of bile, with tongue flailing indifferently behind, crater-laden from epochs of consummate consumption, split like paths leading to the same tragic end, with the grip and power of terrestrial tyrants. Corpse, Sand, Floor, Crush, Rise, Float, Fall, Crush, Rise, Float, Fall, In the ballast of his wake. Tides change freely with his toil, like gold exchanged for the life of a stranger. His march slowed by shackles forged with adamant, Links dragging castle-sized stone, raised in seas of planetary origins, In ocean fields of broken bone, Where sulfur breaks through earth-crust plates, Where krakens glide and call it home.