Judge'sDaughter
08/05/08, 08:04 AM
She was a soldier of the nautical army
With a sailor for a father,
Who took a Mermaid for his wife.
She held a fire in their white sails,
No man nor beast nor force of wind
Could douse the inferno
Or weaken the strength inherited from her mother’s fin.
She followed the gulls to the shore,
Where her mother could not venture,
And watched her father’s people;
Workers of the land, they raped the sea;
Workers of the sea, they wasted their young;
Lacking their youth, they cried to a God-
A God that, she was sure, did not even exist.
Guided by her racing heart,
Her heart that pumped acid through her veins,
She followed the fish into the water,
Where her father could not venture,
And watched her mother’s people;
Enchanters of men, they misguided ships;
Enchanters of ships, they sang to the wind;
With only the waves, the cried out for land,
Their reasons, she knew, were selfish and vain.
This was a world so terrible and dead
That it could accept the people of land working to death,
The creatures of deep drowning the workers of shore;
It could accept its own darkness, the blinding nothing
That guided life into a pit of death,
Where corpses of old rotted and reeked.
With water in her mouth and sand in her eyes
She gathered her fire from the sails of her father
And she gathered her strength from the fin of her mother.
The blaze lit the land and warmed the water
And with dissent of her heritage she made sure not to trod on any life
As she buried the corpses
Of her family
And friends.
With a sailor for a father,
Who took a Mermaid for his wife.
She held a fire in their white sails,
No man nor beast nor force of wind
Could douse the inferno
Or weaken the strength inherited from her mother’s fin.
She followed the gulls to the shore,
Where her mother could not venture,
And watched her father’s people;
Workers of the land, they raped the sea;
Workers of the sea, they wasted their young;
Lacking their youth, they cried to a God-
A God that, she was sure, did not even exist.
Guided by her racing heart,
Her heart that pumped acid through her veins,
She followed the fish into the water,
Where her father could not venture,
And watched her mother’s people;
Enchanters of men, they misguided ships;
Enchanters of ships, they sang to the wind;
With only the waves, the cried out for land,
Their reasons, she knew, were selfish and vain.
This was a world so terrible and dead
That it could accept the people of land working to death,
The creatures of deep drowning the workers of shore;
It could accept its own darkness, the blinding nothing
That guided life into a pit of death,
Where corpses of old rotted and reeked.
With water in her mouth and sand in her eyes
She gathered her fire from the sails of her father
And she gathered her strength from the fin of her mother.
The blaze lit the land and warmed the water
And with dissent of her heritage she made sure not to trod on any life
As she buried the corpses
Of her family
And friends.