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I’ve given enough time to lethargy.
Twenty years ago I set sail to the sea
Looking for a beast to make a plea—
That unholy master of thanatology.

In the wake of forgetfulness
I search for the fallen one.

But in truth I tell you,
I forgot what to pursue.
The world became askew,
All the same in mist and dew.
My restless soul still looks out
Under the blackened sky,
Fighting apathy, desolation, and doubt.

I was looking for a friend
Who met an untimely end.
“It’s my mission,” I thought, “to descend
Into the waters and the monster apprehend.”

In the wake of forgetfulness
I want to bring back the fallen one.

Stories told that a sea beast
Took the dead as a feast;
And they wandered there for eternity,
Inside its belly, in captivity.

Sometimes I thought I’d lose my mind;
Some days ravenous, hopeless, and blind,
Trapped in the swirl of finding my friend,
To find him before year’s end.
All the anger of not knowing why,
A thunderous storm in a silent shout
For not saying a final goodbye.

’till the day came when I saw it,
And my heart sank into a bottomless pit.
Souls of the dead were its bones, eerily lit.
And before the beast, I lost my valour and wit.

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