The Titan

Too late, Titan lost

Touch the diamonds of the north

Fill her chest

Soak her lungs

See her drown to the ripening

Of stars

Body and soul deep in the water

Gliding softly at first

But the strength of the sea

Takes her slowly

Then quickly

As the mirror of night

Drags the willing

To die

And a sky

Full of sapphires

Gazes down on those left without hope

Hear them choke

On the crystals

Of god

The bed welcomes

She

Whilst above, hopelessly

Those that struggle to breathe

Do so slowly

Mournfully

The queen of the waves

Regretfully saves 
None

And bows her head

In acceptance

Regret at once

That a man

Who is full of the strength

To have all

Sent the irons of earth to the oceans

With but ignorance in tow

See the spirit of death

Rub his hands

Without passion

And pull in those lost

In a most desperate

Fashion.

Copyright © 2011 by Simon Austin