Tales From Janus Valley
Crushing On You
Beneath the waves the kraken sleeps
in lightless seas and dreaming deeps
atop the bones of ships he keeps
that timeless Etnabashti.
How foolish we presume to sail
atop the cresting waters pale
We few who hear the dreadful tale
of ruthless Etnabashti.
‘Til timber’s crack fortells the woe
and coils rise from deep below
to drag poor sailing men to go
to feed great Etnabashti.
Oh child, you wish to sail the sea?
And see the ocean’s majesty?
Then pray his eye not fall on thee!
The eye of Etnabashti!