Something Lovecraftian from my book Walking Before Dawn- The Man By The Sea

 

He stands before the depths

Staring at the crossroads ahead

Deciding what bed to lay

To his right, the teeth of leviathan

Glistening in the murky underbelly of existence

To his left, only dismay and destruction

The great chasm lies ahead

Decisions at hand

His path is his path

He must face reality

Yes or no

North or south

Left or right

Good or evil

Around any corner could be salvation

Alone

Waiting to be captured

His heart pounds

Pulling toward the despair

But, his head

His eyes

Feel one with leviathan’s lair

Should he venture into the unknown?

Does he have a choice?

Standing on deck

Searching for the clarity

The answers

An empty soul being taken against his will

The sun sets

Tears fall

Is his last breath near?

The unquiet battle rages on

Turmoil grows

The voices cry out

Screams and laughter haunt his mind

His lifeless shell stands alone

The sea?

He steps toward the destruction and dismay

His last whisper

Goodbye my friend

Leviathan mourns

From Walking Before Dawn