A mighty spear pierces the gloom.
Harpoon in hand, a fisher's tale,
Seeking bounty beneath the sail.
The harpoon gleams, a silvered moon,
A vessel guided under a tune.
Its piercing tip, sharp and honed,
To catch leviathans rarely owned.
With steady aim and a mighty throw,
The harpoon takes aim, a swift flow.
It flies through the air, true and keen,
As ocean creatures scatter, unseen.
Beneath the waves, a battle brews,
The great fish struggles, and the fisher pursues.
Line pulled taut, heart races in the night,
A tug-of-war brings forth a splendid sight.
On the boat, excitement fills the air,
As triumph nears, victory fair.
A beast of the depths, subdued and won,
Landed triumphantly, under an ethereal moon.
From seas so wide to shores of dreams,
Harpoon in hand, legend gleams.
A dance with moonlit mysteries,
Where fisher and leviathan forever freeze.