Daggers drawn
\nA smouldering rage
\nAn angel rises off the page
\nIts painful feelings
\nThe last straw
\nAs the cannon harpoon hits its core
\nGreat wrathfulness
\nA tantrum torn
\nTears of rage
\nBefore the storm<\/p>\n
Piqued and gailed
\nOffended by
\nThe bluster And the
\nWake of sky
\nThe unfuriated incensed soul
\nWho goes berserk
\nLosing control
\nGlare and glower
\nAnd snarl and spit
\nQuiver with rage
\nWhere does one sit<\/p>\n
Disturbed so by the bloodied bite
\nIts under the skin
\nAnd Such a fright
\nGoad and taunt
\nAnd exasperate
\nHalf in half out
\nEmbittered fate<\/p>\n
An icelandic millionaire
\nA prickly touchy
\nFractious bear
\nRoaring in the surf and swell
\nWhose blood is boilng
\nNow in hell
\nUnsmiling sulking man o war
\nPeevish, like never before
\nRaises his voice
\nSuch an affront
\nThe great whale dies
\nits
\nThe final hunt<\/p>\n
Baffled and broken
\nThe crimson tide
\nThe swish of sinew
\nFrom deep inside
\nWe rouse our ire
\nOur dander too
\nAnd We know the fire
\nIs now with you<\/p>\n
Stop those boats
\nLet them lie
\nTied up in harbour
\nLets watch them fly
\nThe sea birds cackle
\nOne by one
\nThe gauntlets down
\nAnd in the sun
\nWhispering souls seek
\nTo believe
\nThat so many out there
\nThey will grieve<\/p>\n
They will sing their elegy
\nReaching hearts
\nWhere ere they be
\nGrabbing hold of tears that have lain
\nThe syrens call
\nWas not in vain
\nThe harpoon’thrust
\nGreat swells of blood
\nRush skywards
\nAn eternal flood
\nA great fin whale rolls painfully
\nBound for Japan
\nIt seems to me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Daggers drawn A smouldering rage An angel rises off the page Its painful feelings The last straw As the cannon harpoon hits its core Great wrathfulness A tantrum torn Tears of rage Before the storm Piqued and gailed Offended by … Continue reading