Zenith

And once again they venture forth,

bolstered by the wind at their back.

Currents just as wild,

drag them towards adventure;

endeavors actualizing upon the horizon.

Forever destined,

gestated for no other purpose,

heroes continue on.

Irrationally perhaps.

Jolted forward by a sudden occurrence,

Kraken tentacles reach up from a black sea.

Leviathans born of the absurd

mount the ship unknowingly,

never before had they seen such a thing.

"Open fire!" Calls out the hero.

Pieces of wood, metal, and flesh paint the sky.

Quell the beasts, survive.

"Reality is afforded only to those who sustain.

So sustain we must, lest we cease to remain!"

Teeth appear, deadly and sharp.

Understandable, were you the curious beasts.

Voraciously, the sea swallows the hero and all his men.

Wiped clean in an instant, the water again glistens under the sun.

Xanthic organs squeeze a still wriggling meal down below.

Youthful spirits prep ships destined to follow.

"Zenith," another hero whispers, with the wind at his back.