The sea's icy waves
drown her prayers for a miracle,
body growing numb and frozen,
arms aching being tied during the wait
until her nightmares had teeth.
Each fin imagined in the swells
burns fear's iron into her chest,
not sure a death from shark feast
would be worse
that the hell yet to rise from the ocean.
Lips sting from taste of saltwater,
mind wavers in lucidity from pain,
slipping into shelter of her visions,
recalling the precious seconds
her soul could float on tangential streams,
so close to the heaven that owned her soul.
Moment of regret grabs her throat,
how could she imagine
a simple confession
would be fatal?
The fishing village seemed so quaint and friendly,
its denizen, ordinary and simple,
but Sunday brought a shadow to the paradise
when she learned that God was not who they worshipped.
Having abounded in hate from visit by cross crusaders
who brought such horror in the name of their Lord.
Finding out too late,
that she would pay the ultimate price for admitting her faith
bound to a spiritual icon serving as her altar,
until the Kraken they serve comes by their call,
and claims the sacrifice with its bloody kiss.
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