We found the ivory carving
Stashed among his dripping rags
Pried his clenching grip from the railing
Throwing him overboard
His eyes jarred open
The reanimated corpse swam away
Drifting into madness
The ivory idol guides us
Torn away from our course
Plunging down through abyssal doors
Driven mad
Breaking loose, a mutiny brings fratricide
One by one, the bodies out the double-hatches
Nowhere to go but down
Down to the ocean floor
With the statuette firmly in our grasp
Reluctant, a**isted suicide
The aqueous depths his Stygian grave
Now I’m alone
Failing air and failing light
Urge to disembark
Looming in the searchlight
Cyclopean keep
Yawning, beckoning door
I behold the temple
With the fading of the last stricken match
An eerie requiem penetrates the hull
Shining forth from the opening of the temple
A light like altar-flame seduces me to my d**h