Alchemisland

Upon waves, salt-treaded dreadnoughts waiting

Arrayed ophidian riding greyling waves, feigning agitation

Pavements along which finned men in scaled raiment remove

Better to buoy them, stymying straying

Here comes rain and it is good timing, rhymer’s arrival pleases troopers

Who would constrain minds to matters trivial more than upcoming battle

Hearing gleoman speak forebearer’s great deeds impacts them

Resuffices courage lacking, keeps on track minds slacking with terror of death

With baited breathing hearing tales of amazingly-tailed halcyons laying on waves breasting

They who tame or frenzy tide at whim

Such their divine gift, they were a symbol

That what eyes saw was not singularly true, nothing simple

Everything four sided, hiding facets axes vast unseen dimples

Teller told tales of destructive Perseus who beheaded the Gorgon

Averting her granitizing gaze with a mirrored shield Athena gave

Stars and comets lit in his name, inner lid his grave

Came again different faced, recurrent phases like musical phrases repeating for pages

Endymion’s eye trained not on grace of waiting goddess but face of another whom he with love hath blest

By beholding impressing feeling’s depth inside withholding akin second sun’s power.