"Does it please you now to travel far?",
she asked him through her sobbing.
On those native shores, he left a weeping heart,
sacrificing his love.
Like a storm in his mind-
what purpose and future
tied themselves to his life?
The star of his birth would guide him through
treacherous waves and currents.

Over the waters of underestimated ferocity,
he sought the oracle to tell him of his soul's destiny.
Trusting in himself that he would become the master of the sea.
Trusting in brothers that they would return home on the moon's second cycle.

"For a man driven by the preconceived notion
that his spirit's origin grants him any fulfillment in life,
so foolish he has become; leaving all that he has, only to prove
he was never so sure of any notion at all."

Upon first nightfall, the sea begins to whiten.
Thundering roars swell in the air.
Lowering the yards, closing reef to all sails,
the weight of fear has struck his heart.
Absent of his faith, the Gods are mighty now.
The ocean sprays the clouds.
Pulled into the depths,
he is staring at heaven from below this infernal pool.

The wreckage of the vessel
serves as a graveyard to him.
He cannot see beyond the
pitch black clouds above.
He whispers only one name,
she feels a pain in her chest.
Thoughts racing as time slows down,
hope drifting with him.

Waves echoing his last words
send dark vibrations to land,
where she offers appeasement
to enraged eastern
winds.
Both her eyes and his lungs
have filled themselves with water
and quiver as they're straining to
feel love once more.

"Lucifer, father, what have I done? Was my fate just a tragedy?"