The Sea of Doubt

The beckoning waves call, 

The sand in my toes, itches, 

The sun presides in air, 

The surface is empty. 

The sea-monster Ithak, 

From the somber depths, 

Calls the fish-men legion: 

My urgent company. 

Though a rain of spears, 

Left bodies on the shore, 

My voice echoes in their ears: 

No more, no more, no more! 

So merciless are they, 

That I become their prey, 

Into the waves enchained, 

Named the Sea of Doubt.