Wanderers of the Abyss

When pangs of passion arise
for dimensions that are of
no personal concern begins
the Adventure of life.

Through wild and stormy seas
He has found a patch of calm
Of fishers and smoke
Of people and sounds
Of settledness and flowers.

The scent of a home cooked meal
An ambience of relax and rest.

He decides to anchor for a while
Dances around the dock
Shares stories from the sea
Grabs a handful of muffins and fruit
Jolly banter and laughs fill the nights.

Days pass by, peace sets in
A maiden comes by
An elopement in the forest
Moments later, he hears the calling
Faint bells whisper in the distance
The sea is calling.

In a frenzy he runs, the time has come
The maiden follows, tears streaming
His drinking buddies join the duo
The townsfolk follow soon after
But he can't turn back now
The abyss is calling.

They finally grab him
Surround him around
The stories were not enough
The drinks were too quick
The nights too short

The wanderer breaks into a jolly laugh
He looks in every eye trying to hold him
Brimmed with fear and fallacy.
"Rejoice! Your day shall come too", he laughs.

Before silence could break
Ropes come breaking in
The snakey lines grab him
Quickly they pull him into his sail
And he disappears into the mystical night.

Months pass by, peace sets in
The maiden is by the dock
Faint bells whisper again
The sea is calling

Her sail waiting in anticipation
And she suddenly remembers

The sea, the stories, the adventure.
She too had anchored for a while
Then forgotten.
Now her time has come and she must go

The abyss is calling.