This short poem details the legend of the Kraken – the terror of the deep.
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Terror of the Deep Beyond the horizon Into the unknown Where the sea is both Calm and violent Goes the bravest As courage would allow them They go there To make their mark They go there To battle with their thoughts Whoosh, Splash, Grunt, Smash, These are the sounds of Kraken’s thrash Scylla of the Greeks Lusca of the Andros Akkorokamui of Hokkaido, the Nippon terror, Te Wheke-a-Muturangi of the Maori Kraken of the Norse It goes by many names, but it does the same Whoosh, Splash, Grunt, Smash And down go the bravest and their thoughts Creating whirlpools Swallowing whole ships Disguising as an island Luring wretched souls But most of all To its monstrous delight Ascending from the depths With its many tentacles it wraps Whole ships, all crews, Pulls them within Devouring its luncheon with relish Forever the wise The ones with long beards gone silver Told the braves of this terror That lives in the depths of the sea For the wide waters are inhospitable Fierce and perilous To the ones accustomed To live not beyond the shores But their tales were used To keep the cowards away So that the brave might steel themselves To battle with their fate From the days of Orvar-Oddr Who along with his son Survived the first encounter Along the Norwegian coast 800 or so years ago Those stout Viking hearts Told the tale of beast below Not one but two As they escaped their way home A gigantic octopus or a squid 10 ships long More stronger than any Since been seen by many souls Daring to traverse those seas Where Thor strikes thunder And Odin prevails No magical powers Just brute strength It cannot fly Shoot lightning Or control the weather For it be no God But a monster of the deep The master of the sea You can smell it in the air And see the chaos in the waters As the fishes flock to the surface And the sea becomes uneasy No time to escape No time to think Whoosh. Splash. Grunt. Smash. And with your maker, you shall meet. The terror of the deep. Credits Poem by: Momus Najmi Background Music: Where the brave may live forever (OB-LIX via Pixabay)