The Sea Mist - Poem by Tadej Blažic
Here we are, amidst the roaring chaos,
amidst the turmoil of a sanguine sea
where lightning strikes furiously across
encumbering clouds of serenity.
The wind has torn your bones to white splinters
and left your hearts to the mercy of Death;
and as the last surviving light withers,
we shall persevere with each failing breath.
Behold! The Ocean's Womb is wide open!
The Terror of the Depths beckons tonight!
Your wives shall smile for your courage is proven.
Let us strike the waves with ardour and might!
Only a tombstone over the cliff perched
for Man had defiled what was already cursed.
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