an old iron
tanker floats
in the salty-breezy sea
moving in complete rhythm
with a sad whale song
a dark robed
warrior
stands above
and over looks a giant valley
stretched out in night before him
he mounts his horse
and rides the wind downhill
he rides on faster and faster
until he comes to a great clearing
masked in fog with flames flickering
before him
he unsheathes his sword
staring coldly ahead
he pauses and wipes a tear
with his weathered leather glove
then rushes onward
turning night into blood
his vengeance sealed
a monster
rises
from an icy cave pool
steam runs from it's skin
like a stream through limestone
he roars his first breath
echoing deep into the cave
slowly opening his green eyes
eyes for seeing warmth in walls
prey unknowing
slowly lumbering through old caverns
climbing boulders
crushing them with stone talons
pulverizing to a fine dust
he searches on
no purpose but survival
and quenching a terrible thirst
that drives him onward
into the foggy night
now
and forever