# Rage of the Sea

Author: ShingetsuMoon
Tags: Kraken, Ocean, Pirate, Poem, Poetry, Sea, hunter, sea monster

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My take on the old tales and stories of the Kraken. More like a mashup of Kraken's, leviathans, and massive sea monsters. This poem will be in the poetry book I'm writing but may be altered or changed for the final version.

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Silent king of the  
depths. The bane of  
all sailors who dare  
to travel near his   
great halls.

Each one more arrogant  
than the last. Each one  
believing that they  
shall be the ones to  
finally kill the Kraken.

Sail your ships and   
mark your charts.  
Sail to the ends of the  
earth until dark.

Travel by moonlight.  
Travel by starlight.  
Travel until you can  
no longer keep your eyes  
open.

Past the edge of the   
earth and beyond.

Close your ears to  
the enchanting tune  
of the sirens. Do not  
look upon the mermaids  
with alluring eyes and   
wickedness in their hearts.

Grab your hooks and   
grab your spears. Tend  
your nets and banish  
your fear.

For the Kraken knows  
you are near.

Will you be the one?  
The one who banishes  
the great monster from  
the depths?

Will you take revenge  
for family or friends?  
Will you seek the glory  
that only comes from  
defeating the greatest  
of sea monsters?

One dares to stand above  
all the rest. One dares to  
travel where all others  
fear to sail.

Past the sirens and  
mermaids. Beyond the  
sea dragons and water  
serpents.

Past schools of mythical  
fish large enough to feed  
his crew for months.

Ignore all temptation.  
Fight past all fear.  
Confront all dangers.  
Steadfast in a search  
for the last of his kind.

A captain who has traveled  
the world. Conquered the  
world. Charted lands that  
few people believe even  
exist.

A great ocean where   
the sun never rises  
and the waves travel  
under the light of an  
eternal moon.

Man the decks!  
Mind the sails!  
Grab your weapons,  
swords, and shields!

The time has come upon  
us! Fight for your lives!  
Fight for glory!

Fight the last Kraken  
to live upon the earth.

For the great captain  
has already slaughtered  
all the others.

The seas are safe again.  
Free for travel and   
exploration.

Only one last hurdle  
remains. Only one last  
beast to be taken care of.

Let the seas boil and  
let the monster roar.  
The captain fears not  
the warning at death's  
door.

For what is a beast  
before a man?

A monster before  
the best of hunters?

Proudly standing at  
the front of the ship.  
Spear and hook in hand.

The ocean boils as the  
great sea serpent comes  
to defend his land.

Large enough to sink  
a ship or eat several   
men whole.

Listen to the roar of  
men as they scream  
their defiance and pride.

Watch as the last of all  
the Kraken is speared  
and sliced in his side.

Fighting with dying breath  
to sink just one more ship.  
Instead it dies under nets  
and iron. Never to see  
the moon again.

Hear the laughter of  
men as they rejoice over  
their final trophy.

Proof of their victory  
and of oceans made   
safe from a tyrant.

Man the decks!  
Mind the sails!  
Our work here is done!  
We have won without fail!

But as the ship turns  
proudly under the bright  
light of the full moon...

...there comes an eerie  
sound in an all too  
familiar tune.

Watch the ships crew  
as they stare around in  
fright. Gazing upon  
the Kraken they had  
just slain that night.

How could there be  
another? It must be  
some foul trick.

Voices of pride turn  
to fear as the ocean   
explodes beneath  
their ship.

Ripping the proud  
vessel apart as if it  
were merely a twig.

Spears of iron meet  
spears of wood as the  
hunting ship meets its  
end.

Men desperately search  
for safety as the sea   
awakens beneath them.

Looming high above  
and rising from deep below  
comes a second Kraken  
that is a far more dangerous  
than any previous foe.

It rises above their heads  
illuminated by the moon.  
A monster that could  
devour not men but  
mountains and drive  
even armies to their doom.

As it lowers its great head  
to meet the captain's eyes,  
he realizes his mistake  
as he sees a reflection  
of his own demise.

The great king laying slain   
among the broken timbers   
of his ship was no king at all.

For his men have not been   
hunting not monsters but  
children. Each of their   
dying screams another   
pain of agony in the heart  
of the one who raised them.

Now the empress has   
come with all the rage of   
the sea and with eyes of  
hate she whispers what  
you could not see.

Men dragging innocent   
creaturesto their death.   
Laughing as they harvest   
them while they are still alive.

Killing off those who have  
rested peacefully in their  
ocean homes for centuries.

And when her children  
rose to protect the innocent   
they were hunted and slaughtered  
like mere witless beasts.

Just another trophy on  
a wall filled with blood   
stained glory.

Poison fills the water.  
Great ocean homes now  
lie broken and abandoned.

Still humans come even  
beyond the edges of the  
earth to take what does  
not belong to them.

For the first time the   
captain who thought his  
power so great sees himself   
as the ocean does.

He is no hunter but a   
murderer of children and  
now their mother has   
come to take her revenge.

For there is no force alive  
that can escape the rage  
of the sea.

_Written July 5th, 2014_

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/214627rm
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