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Sea of Gods

By: Andrew S.

By Andrew SchraderPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The​ ​thunder​ ​rumbles​ ​like​ ​the​ ​storms​ ​beating​ ​heart Lightning​ ​striking​ ​angrily​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sea We​ ​are​ ​akin​ ​to​ ​an​ ​insect​ ​in​ ​a​ ​war​ ​of​ ​men But​ ​today​ ​the​ ​gods​ ​will​ ​battle

We​ ​hope​ ​just​ ​once​ ​again​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​the​ ​seagulls​ ​cackling And​ ​we​ ​barely​ ​remember​ ​the​ ​faces​ ​of​ ​our​ ​loves The​ ​taste​ ​of​ ​cooked​ ​food​ ​and​ ​fine​ ​mead Feels​ ​as​ ​distant​ ​as​ ​the​ ​shore

The​ ​sting​ ​of​ ​roped​ ​burnt​ ​hands And​ ​the​ ​drunk​ ​stumbling​ ​from​ ​the​ ​rock​ ​of​ ​the​ ​ship The​ ​showering​ ​of​ ​rain​ ​and​ ​torment​ ​of​ ​waves Salt​ ​drenching​ ​our​ ​nose​ ​through​ ​the​ ​water All​ ​add​ ​to​ ​the​ ​overwhelming​ ​sorrow​ ​of​ ​pain

The​ ​thunder​ ​gets​ ​louder,​ ​the​ ​laughter​ ​of​ ​giants Taunting​ ​our​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​each​ ​wave​ ​pushes​ ​us Down​ ​to​ ​ol’​ ​Jones​ ​Locker,​ ​but​ ​we​ ​must​ ​move​ ​on This​ ​isn’t​ ​the​ ​time​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​rest​ ​for​ ​the Sea​ ​will​ ​not​ ​be​ ​our​ ​graves

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Andrew Schrader

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