Waves glitter, sapphire flash,
diamond radiance thrown upward.
Sun greets sun, searing light’s
own reflection:
Joy’s recollection.
Gentle the heaving, ever-present,
quiet murmur; heartbeat steady;
Peace ephemeral.
Clouds gather, twilight shadow their skirts,
twinkling filigree their adornment,
distant lightening.
Wind awakens, curling course
chill challenge of coming fury
fierce ruffling the roiling waters.
Heaving rouses;
pulse increases.
Light is snuffed, shimmering shadowed,
scintillating flashes swallowed.
Night-memory surges forward,
floods the foaming, fretting waters.
Brilliance quenched; joy forgotten.
Glimmering opal and cerulean,
cyan, teal, deepest emerald--
darkness drains liquid luster.
Lord of Sorrow.
Hills and valleys, heaving higher;
gale a keening, howling dirge.
Clouds are twisting, tossing, fretting,
silver slashes angle down.
Comes the wail of wind and water,
shadows rent by searing torment,
silence shattered, grim reprisal,
shuddering waves tossed in fury.

Hills now mountains, heaving ebony;
foam like ice, garland mockery.
Dim shapes wheeling soar between them,
petrel, fulmar, landless albatross.
Sobbing, shrieking, drenched and beaten,
ice hurls down from shattered sky.
Hopes and memories, friendship’s legacy,
tattered, torn, and drowned at last.

Yet...

Down the depths unfathomed,
insuperable, limitless abyss.
Chillest, voidest, darkest
pit deep measureless.
Come the noon or frail stars shadows,
neither day nor night is known.
Turned from bitter, freezing winter
to sun’s panting, torrid heat;
come fierce storm or long becalming,
in these depths no change is seen.

And it is here:
ever silent,
ever coldest,
ever night,
and ever still.
Never changing,
never moving,
never light,
and never hope.

Here

Lord of Sorrow stands.