Monday, August 10—2:43pm, AD 1616
Port side bow I saw the thing
retching inside a damned being.
Stirring my fiery drunken soul,
down into the sea it goes,
and when it illudes to surface again
it comes singing—loud as a wren.
Shoot the spears, but nothing connects,
and question my aim be correct.
Sounding loud, but nothing shakes
none of the seamen see the same.
I retreat, then, into my cabin
a disordered room for a disordered captain,
and take into my hand a treasure
which I had stolen from a venture.
Try to throw it to the kraken,
and it shows back in my collection.
Try to shatter it like a vase,
and it is suddenly replaced.
I pray to god, but nothing begets,
and all my heart fills with regrets.
This cursed treasure, I thought my friend,
has made my mind twist and bend.
I must hide it before my foes—
my crew—I cannot trust a soul.
Finally, I feel the ocean’s sting,
I have become a damned being.
I decided to write a more horror inspired poem for this work. I was messing around writing in a more spartan style, and I was reminded of Hemingway—which everyone remembers for The Old Man and The Sea, which naturally brought my mind towards thinking about the ocean, and all of the terrifying poetry and tales that have been made about it. I absolutely adore lovecraftian horror and mythology, especially when they are more personal—the horrors not showing themselves to others, and making the character question their own reality.
I hope this piece is enjoyable and I might end up writing more in this style in the future; it is very fun to write horror and I hope I can come up with other fantastic things to spook people with.
I am also currently in the process of writing a much larger piece of work—which, with luck, will be published on something more big than this blog.
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