The Death of The Emperor Penguin

The siren’s wail seals the fate of young men,

Tonight marks the famed night of deflated air.

We must keep our heads, take control of all we see,

Wage war on a world that’s far beyond relief.

Swiftly now, cascade a shade over the restless moon.

Guard the beaches tightly, see to it that

No one makes a move.

The waves must dance for no one tonight. 

Last year you infiltrated my land,

Hastily denying the fact, wishing to take it back.

In the past I was harbored away,

This time I await with my face pressed against the gate.

The last encounter that we shared

Delivered me to this blood lust. 

The flightless bird laid decomposed 

As you enclosed me in your arms. 

You weren’t paying attention to the scene,

I was too concerned with its means.

An omen neither of us could have foreseen.

Laying in my linen I rustle through the night.

The pea is digging into me, twisting like a knife. 

And as I turn to meet you with a grief stricken delight, 

All that remained was a flickering guiding light.