Estafardanas

The world was enshrouded in a mystic cocoon
Phasing in and out of imagination
Into the black sea, where under the moon
The carcase of a dolphin laid in suffocation

Trapped in a steel net forged in Hephaestus cave
He had lost his will to live, all hope of salvation
And when the harpoon unleashed the blood sensation
No one challenged death for the dolphin to save…

I can still hear the screams rooting for the theft
Of life. The angry fishing boats come to meet
Its new prey disguised in angelic light;

Now, a trail of blood on the water is all that is left:
All that was pure and cheerful and sweet
Is being towed away in the fading night…

Mário Gabriel