Humans, humans, what do you know of me? Of the Titans pain, of the eternal thirst of the giant of the smart of the waves, of the panting of seas billowing hero? I disturb the waters, I paddle the ocean thirst eternal burns in my breast I drink forever, forever for my thirst never ceases my hearts fire I open my jaws, I swallow waves they dry as they enter my throat I pursue maidens, flowers of the waves they die entering my breast I rouse up a storm, I drink land and sea and the planks of a wrecked ship golds, pearls, also human blood and the bosoms of young maidens the eternal suction of my soul never stops never wets my crimson tongue. On strange moonlit August nights I rise my weary head I fix my glowing green eyes onto a glimmering star Spies the star I, giant, stare soon I will overcome that one on high Falls the golden sphere of the welkin then I drink it like I would a swan The fire of my dark heart will not die the furnace in my head will not cool. Theres a void above and a void below and infinity even within. I beseech for freedom, I yearn for the light and I burn for the beauty of the welkin but I cannot be freed of dire distress I can rise my head, yet the rest remains entombed in dirt. If you feel the pain, godcursed someone join me in cursing the gods!
welkin, thirst, drink, maiden, wave