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 affects 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 visage runs red   I want this whale, I want it dead      A fin erupts from the abyss   Proudly undulates the flesh   Reaches bright horizons   Inviolable,manorial      An arrow loosens.      And spirit's away.