Legend Within Yourself

The man on the boat was left all alone

To be forever concealed in his nautical home,

His sanity torn apart,

 By an abstractive storm

He sails to the sun that never seems to set

On a horizon of intellectual regret,

In a white room he is trapped with never-ending walls

And tormenting halls

Of lies

Within his steadfast eyes

Which look for what is real in this world?

To discover his true toils

The evil for which his blood boils.... insanity

He awoke to a strange noise of the broadside of his seaward vessel and his eyes held open with terror of what might immerge from the sea beneath the planks of his ship which travels on the never-ending sea of torment. It was a large vessel commanded only by one man, himself. It was a Bulwark of heavenly craftsmanship yet it was soiled beyond comprehension with mold and stains of fowl and gore. The sails were 4 cloth tall at highest, and were yellowed by the salty sea air. They fluttered non stop. He heard the noise again.

He crept close, cautious not to make a plank creek under his body; He displaced his weight right with his finely placed toes. They burned of sea salt, splinters, blunt bruises, and gashes from battle. He approached the bloodstained rail. It was now growing mold and rotting from the water and blood toiling in one to create a fowl combination which made the mans stomach lurch in disgust. He covered his face with the tattered, dirty, torn shirt he wore which didn’t smell much better.

He wielded his unbalanced makeshift sword which he snatched from a Deathwill, a creature that dwelt within the black water below. A figment of his worst nightmare. He peaked over the edge to find a small housefly immerge over the rail. Its wings seemed to be amplified and sounded as if a large winged bird flew overhead. He watched it buzz by, it was carefree like a soul of a dead man searching for a body to succumb its deathly will into, a soul which all good was lost within the water and what remained was the sin of a lifetime all in one essence. He glared as it landed on a pile of rotten moldy unrecognizable mush and fed on micro organisms.

“Hello.” said the man with his voice of many voices,

“Why hello!” replied the fly in a voice that seemed to mock his own.

“What is your name my odd passenger, is there a land to which I may take you?”

“No I’m only here for a visit man, ill be leaving soon. Don’t mind me much, I’m unreal by the way.”

            “My friend no, I beg you please no, don’t leave me alone on this internal voyage! I beg you, to hear a voice…”

He trailed off in thought and the fly wondered off back into the ocean without the man noticing. He gazed up at the sky which was purple at all times.

“Purple…Purple. Why purple? Why black? Why red?”

The only colors the man seemed too see, “My friend!” he cried, he franticly scanned the boat for the tiny fly which had consoled him only for a few brief moments. Oh the feeling of consolation, the opium of his mind. The sound of a voice was softly, strangely comforting. So much that he resulted in listening to his own!

“My friend!” he wept. “Oh why?!”

He tore the hair from his head and tossed it into the ocean of black and cried for humanity.

“Is this a dream of chiming images which never seems to change?! I can’t recall the night nor the day! Only dusk, were all the evil seems to slowly creep into position but yet it never truly comes to pass were they act!”

“Oh how I wish they would act upon me and end my life on this cursed vessel which I’m bonded to as my own flesh on bone!”

The man fell to his knees and wept for his wounds, his torture, his sadness, his misery, his place in insanity itself. He stumbled to the mast and propped himself up on the strong towering pole which seemed to sing to him as a Siren to climb and jump! But in this place he could not simply die, only sustain the wounds inflicted upon himself and bleed but yet not drain of life. The crimson brass lining of the pole supporting him seemed to grow hot and burned his back. A result of his insanity. He jumped and cursed at the ship which tortured him like a caged circus animal! Oh the circus. One of many mysteries. He was living in a circus of the mind. He was in a wonderland were he was imprisoned as a debtor.

The man and the boat created as one. A figment of simple imagination with all the earthly laws prevailing!

“Strike me down! Do it now! If not later when I sleep if that moment ever comes?!” Oh how the man cried for his name to be heard, “Ulysses is my heartful name and I shall endure all the same as a legend!” he chanted this many times wielding his sword. His beard blew in the wind and his salty hair blew behind him as well.

“Smite me creatures of my insanity! Perdere anima mea!”

The waters lurched and churned of evil. Screeches of nightmares could be heard echoing to the setting sun and back a thousand times. The reverberation shook the planks and weakened the man’s step. He cried with his booming voice to overpower the screaming creatures of depth to whom no strings could secure! Oh how he dreads them but his fear was numbed after months of torture, this became life. Fear was void in his mind.  

The sky flickered between purple and red, a symbol of war to come. A creature immerged from the water that can only come from a small child’s worst dreams. It had many faces which uttered many tones and each face with a different expression. Its body was fixed upon a pivot joint which it rotated with many clawed arms and flaming appendages. It had a tailfin as a whale to propel itself through the plaguish waters at the end of its grotesque figure, and It was scarred with many from battling with its brothers.

“Estende me timor!” cried the man who’s heart was battle hardened, it cried with a passion to destroy all evil.

The creature was lost as a Latin language. A creature unknown by a new man. It’s from a time of old! The mish-mash of imagination cried for the man’s blade! It lunged at the boat and the man uttered words in an ancient language which sent burst of elements falling from the sky upon the beast. A spell of power was uttered.

It lunged once more at the boat and he slashed his sword towards its torso. It screamed in pain. It shot flames through the air at him and he sent it back with a burst of air. It hit the animal but it was unaffected by its own power. It raised its many arms and water rose from the ocean as if it had a life of its own. Pillars of water restlessly churning into the sky. The water slowly began to fall as a great city of hail upon the boat. The man chanted words and released a burst of mana to dissipate the water and it became mist. This was his mind. His realm to create his own rules. He was a poor king of a poor, infertile land, but a king all the same.

The beast released one of its heads and it detached with a muscular body behind it. It rose up and fell down upon the boat. The boat shook upon its arrival. He looked it into its blackened eyes that showed nothing but falsehood. The sin of the mind all welded into one creature. It acted fast and grasped his neck firmly. He was raised high but and he could scarcely breath. He drew the blade into its left eye and watched it fall. The 6 fingered creature left a 6 fingerprint upon his neck. He felt the imprint with his thick scarred hands. He looked at the beast now missing one head. He withdrew the sword from the creature’s skull and observed it intently. Within seconds it caught fire in his hands. He rose up in levitation and pointed the blade at the wailing maniatic creature. He released the metal and it flew as a flaming torpedo. It pierced the neck of this nightmare and it instantly caught fire and cried a noise which could pierce the eardrums of a normal man and bring him to his knees in anguish. It fell to the sea with a ploom of smoke as well as steam.

“Perfectum, finished” he whispered. He kneeled to rest for only a moment.