Flat and silent the ocean lies 
pequod's captured in a lull 
no gentle breeze blows in the sails 
heated by a salty carpet from above 
the crew's emaciated,survival tough 

giant billows bear a mighty whiteness 

screams from the outlook : whale ahead ! 
i want this whale,i want it dead ! 

hysteria on upper deck 
rabid flames in Ahab's eyes 
hustle and bustle,drag and pull 
panic afferts the whaler's moves 

the harpoon slashes the water's surface 
diving into darkness the prey escapes 

swallowed by the sea 

starboard lies calm 
portside full of wrath 
possessed by unhuman anger 
the heart brawly pumps the blood 
through the marionette of rage 

Ahab's [bad word] red 
i want this whale,i want it dead 

a fin [bad word] from the abyss 
proudly undulates the flesh 
reaches bright horizons 
inviolable,manorial 

an arrow loosens. 

and spirit's away.