No such violence touches him. The waves lap about his chest as he watches, midnight eyes with visions of dying promise embrace the scene with amaranthine calm and his hair floats about his chest and tickles his nipples, giving pleasure and praise for his efforts.
At last it is over. The empty shell that once contained the man Savage, drops forward from its shattered knees into the waves and is cradled in their now calm embrace. The tide washes in, cleaning the body of blood and carrying it away, beneath the surface and out to sea where a watery grave awaits and none shall ever see the tyrant’s face again.
Simon stands and watches the velvet veil of a summer’s night fall across the ocean. He leaves the water and walks along the beach to the headland. Climbing to the top he reaches the cliff where below the sea is dark and deep, an endless canyon of secrets and promises. He waits patiently for the Mother to rise, the warm breeze, returned now from its flight, smoothes the tangled skeins of hair upon his shoulders and leaves the pale skin dried. It glitters in the light from the rising moon, a beautiful raiment of silica and salt that glows faintly in the starry shine.
The Mother rises and finds herself well pleased. She bathes her son in brilliant cold glow, praising and inviting, welcoming him home. He raises his arms. His shaft rampant in benediction, offers salute and mortal seed again to spill upon the salty grasses. Then he rises to his toes and dives, graceful and straight down into the sea.
Look close as he arrows to the water. See the falsities of his appearance disappear. Drawn back inside the body, the manhood shrinks and vanishes, the deep cove echoes to the unearthly sound that comes from his throat as he spins in the air, joyous, as he celebrates in his achievement of his Mother’s will.
He is answered from below, where his brothers and sisters cavort in the waves, awaiting his return. Sexless now, with no memory of his act. All mortal knowledge is drained away as he leaves the world behind and joins them in their endless dance beneath the waves.
But listen not to their trilling song.
It is the requiem of the sea, eternal and unknowable, soft in its seduction, ruthless in its vengeance.
It is the song of the Siren and to heed its alluring melody will lure you to your death.