Analysis of The Sea God’s Plight

They say he’s twisted by the sea,
Battered and mangled
Against its jagged teeth and sprawling beaches.
They say he’s cursed to wander the abyss,
A ruler, a king, a god,
Reigning over his forgotten land.
They say he’s lost the will to feel;
His heart lays somewhere on the ground;
He’s imprisoned in a great tomb that knows no sound—
No light.
They say he’s lost among the tides,
Somewhere deep inside his mind,
Or cursed to wander the void
In search of a companion he’ll never find.

They say he still has hope,
But when the curse begins to whisper in his ear,
It confirms his greatest fear.
Sorrow—despair, too much to bear,
His outburst is quite the scare.
Whitewashed seas and stormy skies,
Wicked screams and rocking tides,
Rain beats down as sailors die.
A wild tantrum all too sad,
For he’d slain the closest friend he’d had.
When he realized what he had done,
It was far too late for him—
For them,
The evil curse had won.