The sea is black as though made of ink
Skies pulse with lightning, far-off planes
Too high up to see, to care
Caught in constant, wrathful rain
Waves lap hungry at the docks
Fish are beaten against the rocks
People come to watch the storm
Attracting their master with bodies warm.
The tide pulses in your blood it might
No it demands a sacrifice
A gentle one that tolerates flight
But prefers it calm, drawn by its light.
Finally, the time is now
The loyal come. The loyal bow.
They bring their friends, they bring their pets.
Paradise comes, they will have no regrets.
Night surf parts; lightning shows it rise
Ancient, amorphous, but under a guise
Of the squirming thing with the snapping beak
Great lashing limbs, huge eyes that seek.
It was trapped. Millennia passed.
But the wear of time it can outlast.
And with the cosmos finally aligned
A new beginning it will find.
Observer's eyes track patterns made
Patterns broken, suggestions laid
Confusing, beguiling, obscuring the teeth
Across its flesh and the water beneath.
Statues pose, their eyes affire
The loyal dance like bugs on a wire
They offer themselves to the thing from the sea
And when they're chosen wont try to wrench free.
No one dares to move, to breathe
As it selects those with which it will leave
It seizes, it watches, it tastes their souls
These tiny creatures, blind as moles.
The brightly burning are taken first
They allow themselves to sate the thirst
To be lifted, beyond this imperfect Earth
And know what their life is actually worth.
They practiced for years, ceremonial rites
They screamed to the heavens that they'd see these lights
That strobed across their deity's skin
Burning their retinas and forgiving their sin.
Massive and maddening, it wants to control
The world that humans soiled and stole
But they're still needed, to know their place
And not fly free in the depths of space.