Tentacles

In the heart of the blackest abyss, down, Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls, Of men, are crushed beneath pressures massive Weight, of the oceans deepest depth. This is truly inner spaces aquatic zone of the Unknown, a realm of stilled silence frozen In the icy currents of the barren straights. Where prehistoric giants dwell, amongst the Tidal flow, ambush predators, forgotten beasts, From long ago, living krakens whom devour All life, hidden within their dark domain. In Poseidon's mighty anger, the waves answer, To his fists of fury, hurricanes wrath of vengeance, Gives birth to the perfect storms rage, Vessels rise and than fall in the tidal surging Waters. Nay do the sailors cry out to the Lord God on high, For redemption's salvation, but the sacrificial altars must Be appeased, by flesh and bloods sacred offerings. Summons does the mighty lord of the seven seas, To release the last of the ancient Leviathans. Two thousand hands, of a thousand dead men, Heave and pull at the tethering heavy chains, To this devil of the depths cage. From within interments vaulted keep, Captivities living spawn from hell, is Unshackled and released, to reek havocs Devastation above. An aquatic spider, a maritime widow maker, Flexing and in-flexing, its body’s motions, Towards the surface, in pulsations rhythmic Orchestrations, the gray giant is ready to strike, With its killing arms extended wide, to grapple At its unprotected prey, to engorge itself with All living matter that it surveys, within its icy reach. As bubbles shoot upwards breaking the waters Surface, suction cups and talon claws are drawn Outwards, aligning his eight legged tentacles of bone Crushing death, behold the Giant Squid, instrument of Lethal torture, a living killing machine from the fathoms Deepest depths. For it is the beast, the true essence of evil Incarnate, and none survive its destructive wrath. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN