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The Sea of Death

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WordOfChen

Published: Feb 23, 2012

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The Sea of Death:

We weathered the dreaded maelstrom,
As the sea displayed her rage.
She danced like a fevered puppet,
Upon her deadly stage...

Within her swirling currents,
My men were cast aside.
Drawn into her hungry maw,
It was then and there they died.

Never had I seen such a thing,
It spoke of darkness before my eyes,
A serpent rose from the watery depths,
As lightning boiled from the skies.

It's screaming call was as a banshee's wail,
It stole the life from our shrieking lips,
Like the chilling touch of death itself,
We fell like slaves before the whips...

Darkness came and darkness went,
My eyes opened to the morning light.
I found myself on a lonely island,
Without a single man in sight...

"I think the worse part be that the rum was gone..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd January 2012

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