Sea Goddess

I saw her there one day. She rose up from the waves - she was made of them and she set herself upon the back of Leviathan.

Of course, this sea monster had been sleeping for many years. Long ago, he had set himself down to sleep in the time when the old gods gave way to man. Tired, he had placed himself close to the banks of the shore where I stood, and over many years had settled firmly into the sand, now covered with rocks and dirt, and walked upon much by mortals.

Here she stood now, on these rocks of the dormant beast's back, and it was as if her coming was known to all but us humans (for we had long ago forgotten the language of the gods). Many birds had come to perch and sing upon trees that had begun to gently caress the wind. A melody as sweet as death rose from the sea, and then there came from her lips a song unheard of, unmatched, and unbelievable. Were I to describe it, it would be an injustice, and never would I dare desecrate her memory.

I became selfish. I held firmly the belief that she was singing for me! Where once stood a shallow man, now I stood overwhelmed, but not afraid. This was a sign. I would be a god! She had come, this sea goddess, to take me with her to the depths of the ocean, and there, by her honey kiss I would live as a god, own a voice such as hers that we would (upon occasion) grace mankind with our song. So bright, so beautiful would our song together be that they would flock to where we stood, and there they would fall upon their knees by the sheer divinity of it.

This all came to me in a magickal moment of realization. It was an instant, and I knew all of what I have just described was to be. I made a move to go to her, stepping onto the great beast's back.

Alas! The earth shuddered violently beneath me, and I fell upon the scaly rocks, a desperation washing through me so that I gripped these rocks and made effort to crawl to my beloved.

I had not managed two feet before my heart could take me no farther.

For behold!-the creature Leviathan was waking! And here I came to know the truth of it all. Her song was sweet for him, and the language of old returned to me (perhaps from the fall) and I knew then, I knew her terrible song.

Wake! Wake god of the old seas!

I covered my ears to this blasphemy, but could not free myself from it. Her words swam within and about me, and her song was wretched. The birds cheered her on and took to flight with voices that were one - that cried out for him to wake, and trees on the distant shore swayed to the melody. I, I alone screamed.