OTI:one poem and notes:6/27/16

Open To Interpretation

Above The Black Ship

Above the Black Ship, Black Dragons soared,
While below they swam,
Battling the Cephalopods and Nautilus.
Around the Black Ship the Black Ocean crenelated,
Lightning streaked,
The Black Ship calling on the powers of the black waves,
The charged air,
The dark lowering clouds...
Any Dragon that dared to descend in the gloom
Was struck by corposants shooting out from the mastheads,
And destroyed in a lightning burst.
Many Dragons tried, and all failed,
Littering the Black Ocean, joining Dragons torn asunder
By the Cephalopods and Nautilus beneath.
The Black Ship floated in carnage,
The sea reddened, glinting in the lightning flashes.
With a great roar, the Black Dragon Flight assembled,
And descended as one on the Black Ship.
Each of the crew, stationed, readied,
Waited patient,
And at Ishmael's command,
Flung all their harpoons.
The Dragons reeled,
The air itself guided and hurried on each harpoon to its mark,
Not a single Dragon reached the Black Ship,
And a sudden, the Dragons left off,
What remained gathered, and retreated North whence they came.
"That was too easy,' sardonically smiled Ishmael, 'something is afoot, what are the Dragons up to?  Oh, Dulcinea..."
"One Dragon heads South!" the masthead lookout calls out.
Ishmael looks to the Ravens, "Go see!" he implores.

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Notes:...I left out having them breath fire...Dragons always breath fire!...for later...

:)

DavidDavid