Part I The midnight tide rolled cold and deep beneath the moon’s pale glow, As a sailor’s breeze, through mist and foam, began to softly blow. And far below, the abyssal dark lay still and vast and deep, Where ancient whispers stirred the waves and woke from restless sleep. And I could see no shore ahead, nor any trace behind, Just endless waves that met my gaze, as far as sight could find. And I, the sole captain, let out a deep sigh, As memories drifted like stars in the sky Each echo of laughter, each sorrow once known, Returned with the wind with a voice of its own. The ship had seen far fiercer days, Yet still I dread, through ocean haze, The day we met the beast untamed— The scourge of sailors, the Kraken The sun shone bright, the sea lay still, When sudden rocked the ship at will. Barrels crashed and timber groaned, As fear took root in flesh and bone. Then from the depths, the waters swayed, As twisting limbs rose up and flayed. It wrapped the hull in crushing bands, And tore the deck with giant hands. The crew stood still, too scared to flee, For they all knew—could it be? The myths were true, the sailors' bane, The mighty Kraken rose again. Then I atlast gave out a cry, And under me, the crew stood high. The cannons roared, the powder burned, As iron shot, the beast had turned. For every limb it tried to land, Our guns struck back with steady hand. For thirty minutes raged the fight, Till stores ran low and hope grew tight. The deck lay red with fallen men Their blood mixed with foe and friend Shattered bones and tattered skin A gruesome dance of death and sin Our chances waned, our fate seemed grim, Yet still the beast was growing dim. With one last heave, it rose once more, Its ghastly face just near the shore. It watched us now with blazing eyes Longing to witness our slow demise For all we knew that we were weak And couldn't defeat the beast beneath No strength was left no hope to seek Untill Richard leapt into the deep Unnoticed he crept up till its eyes Till it was late for the beast to hide. Cause then he stabbed with his silver knife Into it's eyes once, twice and thrice. The Kraken wailed, the sea turned red, As Richard carved and struck its head. And as it thrashed in wounded throes, The cheers rose loud, the vict'ry close. Yet fate had done the most gruesome deed The Kraken took hold of Richards lead He tried his best to save himself Yet defeated by the krakens rage. We watched in horror, helpless, still, As silence bent to Kraken’s will. His muffled screams, his pleading eyes, Met only with the ocean’s cries. Till at last, his struggles waned, His weary limbs no longer strained. One final gasp, one final glance, Before the sea stole his final chance. The kraken with its dying breath Dragged him down to their death They sank into the deep dark sea Until all became quiet beneath The fight was done that was sure Yet grief now weighed on all the crew For in our quest to slay the beast We fed the sea a bloody feast. The deck was slick with blood and brine, With severed hands and twisted spines. Men lay strewn with lifeless eyes, Their final screams still haunt the skies.