The Song of Oceanus
Written By,Nyce
Beset by the sea on all sides, cast about by the ocean's white hand,
This is the song of the tides that lives on the lips of the land.
Unmoved of the violent waves, steadfast in the bitter wind,
The soul of the sea in its face, while the restless storms lather and rend.
The bitter white waves descend, savage, resistless, and free.
The struggle with no start and no end, in the fangs of the mouth of the sea.
Like the call of the seabound gull, unrepentant, unchanging, and wise,
Rolls a sound like a heart half-full: omnipresent, insane, and alive.
Through rivers unblemished, unstemmed, runs the blood of the gods of the land.
But the sea is not bound to their whim, nor bound to their treacherous hands.
And in strains not melodic but cruel, in gasps like the pants of a god,
Comes the song of the ocean's white rule, upraised like a tyrant's rod.
It is not to be bound up by kings, nor chained to a mortal throne:
The sea is forever the sea's, unconscious, undying, unknown.