I walk out of my grotto
Feet slapping upon the cool smooth stone
Pebbles, sand and grit
A single thorny bush
My little witness
Waves in the breeze, as if to greet me
The smell of salt, wet on the air
I taste you
The ocean on this night
The terrifying black unknown
Mirror to my darkest fears
Primeval maw of the predator
The wolf in Eden…
I summon thee
I could have imagined it
The sound of drums
I’m sure of it…
A cool breeze
Comforting and sweet
Whispers of something
Like an old lover who speaks sweet nothings
Tickles the ear
Suddenly, with a shudder
It becomes the whispers of a serpent
Whispers of death
It becomes a great wind, a howling wind
Kicking up sand and dust that stings the eyes
Silent flashes in the distance
Thunder that rolls
Like the footfalls of a million soldiers…
One drop of rain, falls in the dust
Like a pebble thrown by a teasing friend
This is no friend of mine…
A second drop...then a third then a fourth
In moments the army arrives at my door
Curtains of rain begin to fall
These are not rain drops, but water stones.
A barrage of water that pummels and assaults
Scream to the heavens
Garbled gargled Gargamel
Bring me, Livyatan!
A shriek, a scream, that answers in reply
Did it come from the sea?
Did it come from the sky?
I feel it through the earth
As if mother earth herself, recoils in horror
At what I have summoned
A monstrous bellow
Cuts through the roar of the rain and the sea
But this time, there is no mistake
It is the beast
Is it my imagination?
My G-d it must be
The borders of the sea
They are rising, expanding
As if the ocean itself is attempting to escape
To flee before the abomination that rises
In brief flashes
I see something
Something that curdles the blood
As witness to that which should not be
Cloven from the immortal
Cursed by his sin
Little dancing shapes to the east and west
Dancing to the tune of some, unholy music
The cacophonous, chthonic…chaotic
The brush beside my cave
Water flowing in…now swirling about their roots
The sound of the surf begins to rise up in my ears
Growing to a deafening roar that overcomes the pounding rain
I can hear waves crashing upon the shore…
I am far from the shore
To my left and right, waves crest upon the hills
Again it bellows…it moans…out of sync somehow
Like a soul not quite connected to the flesh
I peer through the darkness
My eyes attempting to pierce through the sheets of rain
The impenetrable blackness
A flash illuminates…what is this?
A second horizon? A mountain?
I crane my neck
I had been looking straight ahead
When I should have been looking…up
What have I done?
The ocean is a huge and enigmatic environment that is brimming with life and conceals untold secrets. There are phenomena and creatures that can only be referred to as monstrous within its depths. These ocean monsters have incredible sizes and frequently show strange mutations that transcend our comprehension of the natural world. Let's look at one such actual ocean feature that has been converted into a hideous creature.
The Lament of the Leviathan
Unlit at all times, an underwater canyon can be found deep within the Pacific Ocean. The Leviathan, a gigantic beast, dwells in this abysmal trench. This scary hybrid of numerous marine animals is an ancient behemoth that is over a hundred meters long.
The body of the Leviathan is covered in a thick covering of bioluminescent scales that give off a spooky glow that shines on the nearby waters. It can easily shatter the hull of a ship with the help of its long, rows of razor-sharp teeth. It has plates-sized eyes that have an ethereal radiance that shines through the shadows.
The Leviathan's capacity to control ocean currents is what makes it so terrifying. It has appendages that resemble enormous fins, each with strong muscles that can provide a tremendous amount of force. The Leviathan can generate a whirlpool that engulfs anything unlucky enough to be trapped in its path with a single sweep of its fins.
In the depths of the ocean, a melancholy music accompanies the Leviathan's presence. This terrifying summons, emanating from a huge shell attached to its body, draws unwary prey closer to its gaping mouth. All who hear the sound experience goosebumps down their spines as the sound reverberates through the water.
Legends mention a shipwreck that is unimaginably large. The remains of a ship, which must have been manned by giants, decorate the lair of the Leviathan. A dreadful reminder of the Leviathan's might protrudes from the ocean floor as the skeletal remnants of the ship's enormous hull.
Our comprehension of the ocean's depths and its inhabitants is put to the test by the Leviathan's existence. It serves as a reminder that there are still puzzles in the wide ocean that need to be solved.
The Leviathan symbolizes a real-life part of the ocean that has been converted into a horrific being. Its enormous size, unsettling summoning, and the shipwreck's remains are all hints at the incredible things that lay beneath the water. The monsters of the deep ocean serve as a constant reminder of the incredible beauty and power of the natural world.
Circle of Life
(This is based on my short-story with the same title. I hope you enjoy it)
Once, in a dense wood
A rock split a vast river
Looking like a throne
A frog sat on it
I am king! Croaked the frog
Gobbling a tiny bug
A sharp pain hit him
When a snake swallowed him whole
Some king! The snake scoffed
He felt a sharp pain
A falcon took him, smiling
She was the true king
A hunter took aim
The animals were silly
God smiled, ending his fate
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Voyage of the Dissonance Beast
I know not how to put my thoughts to paper,
as in the interim of my mind and mouth
the thoughts are caught in an unintelligible net,
whereby the essence is the catch -
held back and hauled up
by the chains of reasoning.
And the only thing to slip through therewith
is the bone dust of the meaning -
a fossilised clue but not
the entire creature.
The creature has long been dead,
for it was borne to a higher realm
and travelled some distance
to reach the lighthouse calling
of my head.
By which time it was hunchbacked
having fought its way through
to rest weary on my brain
and brush faintly against my heart.
I look at the paper in wonder:
Surely the creature carried a message
Or perhaps am I so capricious in nature
that the poor creature stands no chance
of begetting the world
its ethereal scripture.
What remains are not thoughts, nor feelings,
but a mere glimpse that once, aeons ago,
our words were untainted miracles.
I am left encumbered with a heavy heart,
an overstuffed brain,
all the feelings and thoughts
too grandiose, too inspiring
to slip through the filter of that odious beast
By my cursive misdemeanour
and that beast on my tail,
the true thought dies at my pen tip.