What Once Was...

by MercurySeven

What once was bliss, now saturnine - Our lifelong song now clipped, to whine A hundred leagues; what whale-art soars As oil on ancient ballads pours? Yet, what behemoth isn't cursed To suffer conquest at its worst? To harpooneers, our death is prized - Our right to roam by man despised. Soliloquys we jet to air For we, of ancient tome, are rare - Our spiracles, our founts untamed Are dry to forces unashamed. What once was free, now stipend-pieced - To north, to south, to west, to east - A quaintly fading choir of myth, We'll sing hereon, to die herewith.