Essentially the Only One

Parody 124

Through the spray
of the ocean's bitter piss
a noisome thing with a raging thirst
was clothed in a seething midnight hiss,
it took a shape that snarled along
ready and waiting to burst.

Too late for prayers to an absent God!
He heard not the supplicants' plea,
as Satan smote the waves with a rod
that smashed all along the sea.

I knew not what would be the end,
nor whether I stayed alive,
as the moaning noise became a fiend
to strike in Verse 125.




http://my.opera.com/lokutus_prime/blog/2008/08/19/the-ancient-mariner

Richard - thanks!


Princess L