Chapter 13 – The Ancient Mariner

Chapter 13 of “The Proven Life”

“Day after day, Day after day
We stuck nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere;
Nor any drop to drink.”

“One after one, by the star-dogged Moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh,
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.

Four times fifty living men
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.

The souls did from their bodies fly,
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whiz of my cross-bow!”

Upon the open sea we sailed
Blue expanse stretching forever
The vision for those fortunate
To be here at this time

When the horizon parts
Reveals a core, the light source
What the seaman have been waiting for
A picture of heaven, on earth

We sailed toward Polaris
With the sun falling
Clouds dispersing
The coming points of light

Gazing upon a picture from the past
I fail to realize or make the connection
The face, the eyes
Deep into the eyes, the spirit flows free

Looking for a way from the world
Away from reality, another life
To escape the pain, the loneliness
The fear

For when Death came that night
While she slept silently, peacefully
Knowing I was near
Protecting her from all, when blood struck

Now I am here
Upon the silent sea
Away from the Distant Shore
Flowing endlessly towards the horizon

I turned my attention to the land before me
Surrounded in an eternal mist
What lies behind this mystery?
A place where souls have not returned since the Genesis

Being the only survivor of my crew
The last remaining from the curse of the
Powerful albatross that brought down the lightning
Perishing my crew, I ventured into the mist

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