The Parting of Cetus
by Wesley Lambert
Royal tears led their child to
the bosom of the sea
to yield her to the Kraken
for sins of vanity.
The ocean churned in fury
as Cetus trod the deep.
The king spied his cutting fin,
and he commenced to weep.
Cetus scrabbled at the rock,
his scales dull like smoked glass;
with eyes as blazing lanterns,
he hastened for the lass.
Yet from the westering sun
there soared a winged steed,
with Perseus astride him,
fresh from a valiant deed.
He beheld the frantic scene
and drew the Gorgon's head,
smote the Kraken with her gaze
and glutted him with dread.
His body froze in mid-flight --
lips peeled back for a scream --
and crumbled into chalk-dust
like lands bereft of dream.
Copyright © 2003, Wesley Lambert
Cetus
by Stanislaw Lubieniecki
Wesley Lambert lives and works in the aged foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains, biding his time and waiting to break out as the next great American novelist. In the meantime, he's had fiction or poetry published in many fine publications, such as Indigenous Fiction, Hadrosaur Tales, Outer Darkness, Paradox, Pleiades, Pablo Lennis, sidereality, Muse Apprentice Guild, Scifaikuest, Decompositions, and Dragons, Knights, and Angels, to name a few. He welcomes comments.