Ahab's Rage...

the eerie mist of a sunless dawn,
snakes its way across the land.
silent and still, the Pequod awaits,
fitted to embark on its fateful quest.

its iron harpoons wrapped in veil,
forged to hunt in a watery grave.
the silence of its windless sail,
a ghastly invite to the foolish brave.

for when the dark snatches the light,
each one filled by the sins of old;
crazed men will set sail tonight,
led by a rage only Ahab behold.

with avarice stoking their iron tips,
men with carnal lust seek the beast.
the taste of fresh blood their nimis,
without which the air despair breath.

the sail filled with the force of avarice,
no prayer leads the proud Pequod forth.
for the ocean giveth men their destiny,
to each an equal measure of their worth.

death for all, salvation for none,
rage leaves behind love forsaken.
a home somewhere buried done,
a memory one hath forgotten.

the wrath of man is a terrible thing,
for one, it'll smite an insulting God.
vengeance filling Ahab's entire being,
he follows the white fire to his fiend.

only that Satan's son to hunt and kill,
will quench the rage that Ahab feel.
from where it cometh, this mad will?
one that strengthens Pequod's keel.

all life unleashed in one final aim,
when Ahab meet the white whale.
what was this rage that led men to sail,
knowing the destined end to this tale?