Fingals Cave

The most fierce of warriors battle in the sea.

Smoke brings her fury with lightening,

Rock with his sullen unmoving.

Death is all that waits for those who cross them.

But never has there been a temptation such as this;

to see the moment when Smoke and Rock ensnare each others eyes.

Smoke begins to swoon over the Rock's formidable gaze,

Rock burns his brazen eyes into her.

She slithers her soft curves closer; longing for his advance.

He holds firm but for his knuckles crumbling in anticipation.

He speaks with words forming from the liquid dragons splashing at his sides,

She responds by sending the gulls to sing of the persistence for which she longs.

But the wind and the waters grow impatient of watching the separation

and thrust Smoke and Rock together.

Smoke fondles the tops of Mountain;

purses her lips around stone pillars.

Rock is holding firm his grasp;

pursuing her until her joy is complete

She curves her soft, subtle beauty around his columns.

He is steadfast in her depths until neither can be distinguished.

The gulls sing of there intimacy,

the dragons splash against them in their joy.

Smoke becomes Rock and Rock becomes Smoke.

They thrash against the waters until Fire is emancipated

as a beacon jabbing into the sky, proclaiming their passion.

wind, earth, water, fire.

In their bond the earth is culminated;

in love, in fury, in haste.

All that have tried to see them,

touch them,

are pecked apart by the gulls

and crushed by the foaming dragons.

All of nature fights against the voyeurs.

For what God hath wrought

no man can taint.






Inspired by the painting of Thomas Moran by the same name.