The Nameless Galleon Poem by Julius Alexandrov

THE NAMELESS GALLEON

Surrounded by water I lie motionless but despite the clear sky I can see no land

Crafted by a zealous hand my deck of ebony was polished meticulously, my neck

proudly holds a golden head, which was fed by many a jealous gaze throughout

times too long to measure

The treasure seen to be the best my mast has since erected firmly withheld many

a tempest or thunder or hail just like my finely woven sail on which even

cannonballs repelled

And yet they say the one thing that has most excelled is the framing of my arch

comprised by a belt of rarest ore which is so light but yet so firm that even in the

wildest storm it remains stern my intricate core so that as swift as I have come I

can glide back to the shore back home

Both treasure ship and cruiser in one I stand unmatched alone under the

sun sublime and proud as galleon.

But what is that? Around me feeble cutters sail their wood barely held by a rusty

nail and though they should in front of my greatness tumble due to the mere

glare of my golden head in fear crumble and be dead, they do not seem to bow

before the power of my prow. They do not seem to sense me.

Hence they shall feel me! Such peasantry and ignorance cannot go so freely with

pleasantry their insolence with one big rush my prow shall crush!

But what is that? An iron leash a chain holds me back restricts me from all

motion? It cannot be I the regent between water and sky trapped in an endless

ocean?

But alas at second glance the reason for my weakened stance the chain turns

into flesh impossible another leash attacks before a third my stern retracts

And eight gigantic tentacles enfold and with an unnatural hold under the fleshly

chains an ancestral voice cries out: 'What is your name? '

'What is my name? If I knew I would tell you so but I don't know never once my

name was spoken since I was to life awoken they only said to me you will

be the greatest vessel to ever travel the sea'

'And true words uttered for you are the greatest ship known to man but do you

have a name? Tell me about your motherland the builder of your frame!

Where lies the purpose of your quest if such a thing you do possess? What is

your philosophy for which your life you do contest? How many dreams have you

seen thrive and prosper and how many decay?

'I cannot say'

'You cannot because where a heart a spirit a soul should be within you aches a

void and from your journeys´ start you've frenziedly destroyed every innocent

fool that strewed your path for in the insanity of your vanity you to rot as

seaweed them decreed

But those petty simple souls conjoined their scattered loathful calls in their

sanguine descent into the abyss into a woeful death lament

Which possessed a vengeful energy powerful enough to adjourn my heaven-told

sleep so you yourself may discern real iniquity.

If you were simply to proceed

to torture with your boorish grip

my flawlessly emblazoned ship

Iniquity t'would be indeed

For you vile henchman of some lesser deity

dare to judge and to condemn

that I don't recall from where my spirits stem

And claim in your clumsy mockery

of my ineffable quest

that through lacking creed and shackling greed

and dull detest

my crusade deranged to insanity progressed

but what to fathom you have failed

is that I stand unveiled not in weakness

but by my own request and thereby undeniably

prevailed for I sailed where recollection and vision

merge

In doubt-obliterating force to revolve around this course and absolve the sprout of

any fear-omitting source and it to purge

The surges of souls with urges bold my oceanic garden to beswindle

I scald and dismember and reduce into ember and without pardon I them ever

and anon kindle

And so your master in his cloud divine

Pitifully envious has become

of this untouchable path of mine

Detached from memory or space or time

In which I am both the factor and the sum

Not glistening with gold but simply blinding is your head

I glance at your restless frenzy its delusion knows no border

Was I to avenge the sunken smitten souls and swiftly smite you dead

To mark your end, erase your forbidden journeys erring dread

Must I now set back and disobey my order

For your soul is madly locked so deep inside its own wicked maze

That judge and justice it just so cannot reach

It would just die no time for it confession to beseech

Would quietly cease instead of being cleansed by the pristine sunlight blaze

For treason to celestial realm does not deserve swift death

Are you not in ceremony to be slain

May you in your Labyrinth remain

And succumb to the Poison of your own fulsome breath

Give way you streams adherent to nature's sprightly spell

Spit out her ordinance and her magnetic trance

Open up the path to the bottom of our worldly well

rebel and may your aquatic masses her momentarily quell

Weave into each other in a perpendicular dance

Form a stream and an invite to the ancient place

Juxtaposed deep in between the opposite poles

May the third pole swallow up our souls

So that this eerie galleon at last may justice face

The sea uncracks with yawning whirls

A gap, a hole, a space not wide

The water round us groans and curls

A current near us suddenly hurls

The fiend and me into the chasm´s inside

I am falling failing my fate to fully apprehend

a thousand miles pass my head within a blink of eye

water masses flailing pushing out of me a bloated fainted cry

cause me fiercely further fainter to descend

Hoards on which I once floated so exalted

The surface lost the sun long out of sight

These masses weigh me down I sink unhalted

Around me pure darkness and not a single light

The Sands of the ground long left behind

That were as bottom of the abyss once defined

at once desists our rapid flow

the sable mists are slackened by a purpure glow

Which appears to be fending what's mortal off enchanted gates

On which a veneer is extending its patterns to a portal long ago planted with

marble-slates

And shadows creep on these marble floors

Upon this god-neglected grot

The fiend sweeps open sacred doors

Unleashing dry archaic force

Bursting open a pandoric plot

Unraveled is a channel connecting sea to demonic realms

Where spectres creep and demons smirk and sinners

weep and phantoms lurk

Grueling have become my qualms

we now through them fly in the arid rush

As my consciousness it away does flush the guilt my mind

all-overwhelms.