Demon Seas Poem by Captain Cur

Lightening shears the darkened skies
exposing faceless demons
whose voices roll and echoes long
express their morbid treason

against god, against man,
as they mount each rising swell
that smashes down my stricken ship
with the waterfalls of hell.

A foaming tongue of mighty length
comes hunting fore and aft
then broke the arm grips of a man
who was swallowed in its path

and dragged down in toothless mouth
with shale and stagnant breath
to the richness of her silty bed
where the crab mites feast on death.

A towering wave of anguished breadth
our bow just barely breaks
and flushes down my phlegm and spit
with a shell specked burning taste.

A blackened cloud hides the hand
of fates intent and mammoth purpose;
that grips the tip of the topsail's mast
that steadies and supports us,

in trials that test the pitch
filled seams of hollow boats,
that wears down human flesh
and sheds the skin that coats

temporal spirits that thrive and live
despite our base afflictions
that rise above the diseased mind
of criminal addictions,

Do I possess the will to break
the bestial need to hunt
or wear the squalid shame of men
who fail on every front?