The Accursed Journey

I stand on the shore of an isle,
Weary,drained with a mouthful of bile,
Watching the waves lap my feet,
Oh so seductively sweet...
Persuading me to embark,
On a quest to obtain the "all spark".
Power and glory not known before,
Are promised to me if i leave that shore.
But once bitten, twice shy,
Do i not know,what deceptions,in the horizon,lie?
For i have laboured far and wide,
The sense of glory emanating from destiny,was my guide...
For the sake of people who live to see my glory,
To frame my life into a legend such that generations pass down my story.


But soon the world so kind,
Disappeared and in murky waters i was left behind...
Daylight was shunned and the wind was killed,
Always i sensed a pursuing omen,ill willed.
The lights began to trick my mind,
My past flashed forth...green smoke rose, of the ethereal kind...
But no cherished memories was i shown,
My wrongs and failures at me were thrown.
Guilt began to consume me, i burnt in my own pyre,
The Deceit was clear now,i could feel the Unseen Hand's ire.
Then came a storm that wrecked havoc,
I was thrown down the ship and hit the bedrock...
Into blackness and void i was thrown,
Icy tentacles of fear and hysteria, around me had grown.
Fire and ice brew together in the elements of my being,
Darkness and horror was all that i was seeing.
Yet the candle of life refused to get extinguished,
Though death and eventual peace was all that i wished.


Then i was touched by a light so fair...
Caught in a mermaid's tousled hair,
So fair and enthralling was the sight,
Her beauty washed away the darkness and then...there was light!
The tumultuous murky waters ebbed away,
The light hurt my eyes, fairer than ever was the day.
Like an infant i held on to her hand,
Her lithe body moved and delivered me to land...


And thus i came back to the doomed isle,
Weary and drained with a mouthful of bile,
Once bitten, twice shy,
Why did i leave this land? Oh why?
Now a blackness and void will forever stain my thought,
Whether i'll ever be able to trust myself again, i know not.
How foul and unfair is life,
For all my efforts, i am rewarded with pain and strife.


Oh beautiful mermaid, hearken my voice again...
Steal me from death and all this pain,
From all temptations i will abstain...
Far above the gulls are crying...
Come to me...Come to me...I'm dying...