here's a bit of a ballad that came to me on my late night watches of semi conciousness-a bit unorganized and sloppy, but i like how it turned out any how because that is a bit how my state of mind was during the time and matches the feel of the gales at night.
I Heard a Voice
Surging through that stormy sea
I heard a voice
carried in upon the winds,
whispering low inaudible mutterings
that filled my soul with fear and dread.
Casting aft a murky stare-
glassy eyes strain towards the door,
darting round in hollow sockets
weary from the savage storm.
I hearken to, breath suspended,
taxing ears to what was spoken,
yet in this pitch of quailing doubt
all that was that I could hear
was tired groan of creaking ship,
the shrieking of taught lines squeezing
battered mast and ground down rails,
the eerie moan of wind whipped sails,
the desperate wail of seabird's cry-wind battered wings
struggling to keep aloft
in the yawning trough of snarling waves
ripping across the gaping void
of endless time and open space.
I know it was a voice I heard! --
A spectral tone, a muted murmur
that slid inside my pallid skin,
crawling like a wingless scarab
dancing a slow scratching shuffle along my bones.
Where is it now, that phantom sound
that iced my blood and chilled my marrow?
My mind is sound-I heard a voice!--
It came whispering in upon the wind,
groaning faint and muffled tones
rasping low an awful note,
rattling a quaking shudder
from the very depths of a soul
that has never known such terror.
My heart drums loud and breath draws short,
my back is soaked in nervous sweat,
and teetering in drunken dread,
a savage roll casts me prone.
Crawling anguished up the hatch
I slither on the rain drenched deck
crying out into that tumult-
"to whom or what am I beholden?
Absolve me of my terrible debt!"
My hair whips madly in the gale-
briny tendrils sting my eyes-
my ears are filled with terrible howling,
the inky blackness has me vanquished
in that deep dark night of moonless skies.
Desperately I claw at nothing
as lurching reel pounds me round,
to and fro and back and forth
across the deck spinning madly
fingers fraught and searching frantic
for line or cable, cord, or rope
to rein this ride, slow the whirl.
Finally slamming to a side
wrapping round the ragged rail,
pincer-ilke they will not fail-
clasping tight, with iron clutch
steely knuckles crunching white.
We dip beneath, the side goes under-
I must endure this icy plunge,
be patient for this sturdy ship
to rectify her steady course
and muster for the coming waves.
Yet underneath roiling surface
the course of time and violent motion are
as if by some strange hex or vile sorcery,
constrained by paralytic spell.
The maelstrom roar is suspended
and ghostly silence interposes-
a muted world, a shadowland,
this trident realm has long transpired
swirling through the timeworn ages-
a lost antiquity now forgotten.
The stream and surge of her currents
flow in peaceful ease of
watery equilibrium.
Circulating smoothly, serenely,
she emanates a dark appeal-
a soothing charm of dream-like tranquility, and,
like some murky temptress
she beckons with enchanting pull.
Time breaks free from its restraint
and this mythic scene swiftly shatters
as I am wrenched back to the turmoil
amidst the seething froth and foam.
Still transfixed from what I witnessed,
the taste of salt brings me back
into crashing world of
frenzied chaos and wind whipped waves
whose hoary caps cast into space,
prick my brow with venom spray.
The icy droplets trickle down
leathered lines of weary face
weathered by a thousand tempests.
Propelled on, this saline slobber,
through thick maze of bearded bristle
touches tongue in gaping mouth
gasping for a vital breath.
Like the kestrels of the sea,
we speed swiftly down a swell,
a moving mountain shifting shape,
formed by force beyond the bounds
of human grasp and understanding
and strain the thought and stretch the mind
to unknown realms of the divine.
Countless monsters throw us skyward
and plunge us into dark abyss,
until this wild and desperate journey
unfastens my remaining sense
of cognizance and self-possession,
my fleeting imperturbability.
Through the jaws of snarling beast,
we are swallowed down into the belly-
like Pharaoh and his golden army
the red sea walls surround, engulf,
and inexorably consume us,
and the weight of an infinite age
crushes us down, down, down.
Again this water kingdom swims
soundlessly into my vision.
The boat is bobbing to the surface
but my eyes are caught far down below,
and she beckons. Beckons with
inescapable pull, and I feel my fingers
by no command of mine,
loosen from their steadfast grip.
Wraithlike, I slip over the rails
of that ship, floating free into the serenity
of that dark silent world of eel and squid.
I watch as bubbles carry aloft to the shadow
of her hull my last expiration.
And sinking, I offer a final prayer
bidding guidance for my soul,
and in my subdued concession
that life above the sea was done,
it was then I realized
that the voice I heard
carried in upon the winds,
whispering low inaudible mutterings
that filled my soul with fear and dread,
had been my own.