Neptune's Realm

Masted castles crown the mountains Hidden by the brackish sea, Where a string of boiling fountains Dot the ever-spreading lea. Leafless forests of the deep, Visited by swimming birds, Serve as sailors’ place to sleep, Roamed by mute, abyssal herds. Neptune’s armies stride undaunted While his mammoths plunge and rise, One of which bewitched and haunted Ahab to his swift demise. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com