Ahab

Ahab: "Look sharp, marines!" "Dead whale or sunk boat!" "Hunt him 'till he spouts black blood" "And rolls fin up!" Old Thunder ye once was called, Fulfill the prophecy All but one shall be entombed In the deep gulf

Flat and silent the ocean lies Pequot'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 wa

I turn my body from the sun To follow the fading phantom into the deep All collapsed And the great shroud of the sea Rolled on as it rolled thousands of years ago Your malice is my vengeance Pull me, into deep My body - drowned But my hate is immorta

Now three to three ye stand Bestow them, ye who now made parties to This indissoluble league Drink ye harpooners Drink and swear, ye man that man the deathful Whaleboat's bow Death to Moby Dick God hunt us all, if we do not hunt Moby Dick to his Deat

Our boat lurches through damnation Utter madness embraces me Faces drawn my starvation As we dwindle into misery For a ray of hope we pray Yet of ruin we are aware In ports of doom we lay So I yield to my despair I feel the iron surges Break inside m

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Oh, ye great mysterious - Thousand leagues of blue No one knows which mysteries are hidden Beneath your surface Your awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath The waves rise and fall Millions of mixed shades and shadows Lie dreaming a

Strangely confused in my mind Aeons elapsed in a blink of an eye Slumber of utterly ravenous kind Waters of forgetfulness: by and by ... Vast desire to drift off to sleep Yet trembling at the thought of it Lest there be some terrific dream Like burni

The ribs and terrors in the whale Arched over me a dismal doom While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by And lift me deepening down to doom I saw the opening maw of hell With endless pains and sorrows there Elich none but they that feel can tell Oh I w

No words to mark my anguish then Of the most appalling awe Carried into heart of men Jane Guy wrecked in bloody blazes All our gear to pieces torn Confined we are in bizarre mazes Lost, forgotten and forlorn Fathoms deep below cognition Fathoms deep

Alas! The Marquesas! Shun the beckoning land! Choose the open sea instead To whatever end! Took down to wondrous depths Sullen we did go Where shapes of unwarped primal Gliding to and fro Father! Willst thou pity If dry're freshest cuts If eyelids cr