Ahab's Whale (standard:poetry, 524 words)
Author: Tom Soukup	Added: Jun 21 2003	Views/Reads: 3599/2296	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Basically, this is a rhyming Cliff's Notes of Moby Dick. It's actually the lyrics to a song I wrote but I thought it made good reading too.

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But he knew his box wouldn't hit the rocks 

As it nudged against the shore 

He'd be safe inside where his spirit hides 

When the Pequod was no more. 

. 

The sun grew dim, the wind fell thin 

And the time just barely passed. 

Then Ahab held a gold doubloon 

And he nailed it to the mast. 

"He who finds the dreaded beast," 

He said as he caught my eye, 

"This treasure will be his to keep." 

And so I reckoned that it's mine. 

. 

'Twas the scent of loam and the thoughts of home 

That swept the sulky sky. 

But my skin went cold if the truth be told 

When I saw the monster's eye. 

The sea was split into shreds of foam 

By the slash of a mighty tail 

And a hundred tons of devil's flesh 

That I knew was Ahab's whale. 

. 

Soon the crimson seas lapped upon our knees 

As our weapons took to flight. 

But the whale held fast to a steady course 

It had Ahab in its sight. 

And the Pequod broke like the fragile yolk 

Of the egg of a landside quail. 

If revenge was sought, it would ne'er be wrought 

At the expense of Ahab's whale. 

. 

Now the sea lay down to gentle swells 

My doubloon's in Davey's grasp. 

I sit as stone while I drift alone 

But my mind still holds the past. 

It's the sight of Ahab's lifeless form 

In the snarls of harpoon tails 

As he waved farewell and dove straight to hell 

On the back of his mighty whale. 

. 

And whaling still runs in my veins 

When the wind doth blow a gale 

And I'm on the quest 'til I've won a rest 

And I've found old Ahab's whale. 


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