Down goes the sound
Of an angry whale,
Open is her wound,
And bloody is her tale.
The sailors are coming,
Full is their madness...
They don't see the thing,
Trapped in their blindness.
Some will disappear
But missing is their fear.
They don't know it yet,
But written is their fate...
Look at this fool,
With his damned soul...
He shall be afraid,
A debt is always paid...
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Poetry
PoetryThese are a few poems I wrote, inspired by the books I read or simply by the world around me...
