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Floating, rocking,
All is still, save for the
Gentle howling of the empty
Wind; Not a single
Piece of land in sight.
The wind picks up to a shrieking wail,
Waves crash upon the deck
And the ghostly vessel is
Thrown about in the midst
Of the great Maelstrom.
An eerie song from a crying violin
Floats from atop the Crow's Nest.
The skeletal sailor, dreadful to behold,
Plays his melancholy tune
To the empty, raging waters.
- by Rock Lee 8D |
- Holiday Poem Contest
- | Submitted on 12/13/2008 |
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- Title: Dead Sailor
- Artist: Rock Lee 8D
- Description: I wrote this after breaking up with my girlfriend. It perfectly captured my state of mind at the time, and to some extent still does :)
- Date: 12/13/2008
- Tags: dead sailor
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Comments (3 Comments)
- much ado about nothing - 12/22/2008
- I like it, but isn't this supposed to be holiday-related?
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- Haku Takuri - 12/19/2008
- cool
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- spasticangel - 12/18/2008
- oh my goodness wow how beautiful I literally cried after reading this. Wow while reading this I can feel how you felt. There is power within the words that you used. Excellent Work 5/5 stars.
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