A wounded ship.
A worried crew.
No way out.
A frightened herd
panic in their eyes,
panic in their hearts.
Four musicians stand alone.
watching as the disaster rolls.
“Play something lively.” the leader calls,
“A tune we played before the berg.”
In perfect harmony they play on.
A lively waltz.
A perfect score.
A tune befitting this tragic storm.
From the mist of peril and doom
appear new faces pale and blue.
Fierce eyes set in white
sharp teeth ready to bite.
Ageless ones without a soul,
beautiful creatures who never grown old.
Lost souls who never sleep
wait as frightened sheep bleat.
In living death they are strong,
captured forever in death’s song.
Little ones, innocence lost,
crave the taste of a new host.
Grown men trapped in immortal clothes
rush to feed in rapturous throes,
while smiling maidens faces alight
seduce the living into eternal night.
And the waltz plays on and on.
A song of delight for those of the night,
for those who have forsaken all,
to live on the creatures of the dawn.
Frightened cattle flee the depths
unaware of this new death.
Still the waltz plays on
a background for the murderous song.
A dying ship with a dying crew
Dying passengers and survivors few.
Still the waltz plays on and on
until the end has come.
Silence comes as a
A thousand lost angels.
A hellish choir.
With none left to tell the terrible tale
the beasts turn on the musicians four,
to close in for
the final ‘Good Night’.
In the saddest voice that ever was heard
their leader cries in solemn tones.
“Gentlemen the pleasure has been all mine.
Nearer My God to Thee.”
Copyright © Bryan Griffin | Year Posted 2014