The Endless March
Waves waxed black, an anomaly.
Facing them a man braced,
but something swiftly from the sea
twined tightly round his waist.
Betrayal by brothers,
pried free his fingers,
soon black ooze smothers
his iron-clad figure.
A man no more,
darkness with sentience,
searching for shore
to take his vengeance.
Time trickles forward, forward.
Echoes from the deep
whisper strange words-
in his mind they creep.
Crushed, Drowned
by the ocean's weight.
he is bound-
onward with a steady gait.
He carries the tide
it ebbs to make way
each powerful stride
keeps the water at bay.
Left to die,
he will not rest.
Sanguine gleam in his eye-
revenge possessed.
Next step he reaches
white sand parched,
the ocean's beaches-
finally, end of the march.
Cover art by Genesaurus on DeviantArt