Flat and silent the ocean lies
Pequod's captured in a lull
No gentle breeze blows in the sails

Heated by a salty carpet from above
The crew's emaciated, survival tough


Giant billows bear a mighty whiteness
Screams from the lookout: Whale ahead!
I want this whale, I want it dead!


Hysteria on upper deck
Rabid flames in Ahab's eyes

Hustle and bustle, drag and pull
Panic affects the whaler's moves


Fire!

The harpoon slashes the water's surface

Diving into darkness - the prey escapes

Swallowed by the sea

Starboard lies calm
Portside full of wrath
Possessed by unhuman anger


The heart brawly pumps the blood
Through the marionette of rage


Ahab's visage runs red
I want this whale, I want it dead


A fin erupts from the abyss
Proudly undulates the flesh

Reaches bright horizons Inviolable, manorial
An arrow loosens
... and spirit's away.