A Deity's Game

Heavy the hand of Neptune,
heavy the heat of the sun,
nimble but aimless the flotsam,
heavy the waves as they come,

on crests of which does sunlight flash,
and might as well be shards of glass.

A bull from starboard,
a dragon from port
to toss this vessel--
a toy for titans,
a game for lords

to conquer seasoned sailors' hearts
hopes dashed for voyage's end.

For heavy is the hand of Neptune,
heavy the heat of the sun,
nimble but aimless this refuse,
that broke for the waves when they won.



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