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Beneath the fathom’s deep, in wreckage’s graveyard Of the forgotten, here the broken bones of ships lie still, Covered in a forest of seaweeds greenery. Corrosion steel hauls ripped wide open, lay against ancient Wooden beams from vessels voyages, of long ages distant past. Faded names, render no clues reference, for the maritime detective. But tragedies lost vessels, did ride upon the frothy foam, And spray above, sailing the big blues timeless tides. Nay Poseidon's toll ti’s payed in sailors flesh, melting Humanities dreams beneath his drowning waves. Beauties fare, and proud are they, the crippled, Swallowed whole by the aquatic storms avenging rage. Mercy's mere-angels weep thus, for the mortal souls lost, Guiding them towards their spiritual resting place below, And welcoming them unto their fathers kingdom beneath, The abysses darkening depths. Torn asunder is mankind's well hued craft, shattered Into bits pieces, large to small, a glittering shards Rain of destruction. crashing into the muddy bottom, Of the under belly of the sea itself. Deaf are the silent cry's of men, whom leave only Bubbles streaming upwards, as their last epitaphs Tribute for thy existence. The devil's gardens, swim these black waters, Turning them crimson red, sharp toothed monsters, Feasting upon carrion discarded left overs. Dark figures, phantom creatures, lurking just below, The briny surface, awaiting for the Poseidon’s next victim, To join the graveyard of ships. Faded are their names, forgotten titles, as the paint Peels, on the once majestic vessels. Now they remain wreckage’s ruins, abandon to the Mercy of erosion masterful hand of destruction. Hear the sounding clanging of bells, whom ring in Silences of troubled waters abode, it is the cracking Of doom, beware thy young lad, he whom seeks fortunes Favor abroad, for only fools test the might of the sea, Against thy own grit and survive. Thus thee shed a tear for the fallen, dear lad, For no other will on the dead’s behalf, in thine Cemetery of the graveyard of ships. no passages Return tickets are given. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN SPIRITUAL-HISTORICAL 02-03-2914

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The Graveyard of Ships

Beneath the fathom’s deep, in wreckage’s graveyard Of the forgotten, here the broken bones of ships lie still, Covered in a forest of seaweeds greenery. Corrosion steel hauls ripped wide open, lay against ancient Wooden beams from vessels voyages, of long ages distant past. Faded names, render no clues reference, for the maritime detective. But tragedies lost vessels, did ride upon the frothy foam, And spray above, sailing the big blues timeless tides. Nay Poseidon's toll ti’s payed in sailors flesh, melting Humanities dreams beneath his drowning waves. Beauties fare, and proud are they, the crippled, Swallowed whole by the aquatic storms avenging rage. Mercy's mere-angels weep thus, for the mortal souls lost, Guiding them towards their spiritual resting place below, And welcoming them unto their fathers kingdom beneath, The abysses darkening depths. Torn asunder is mankind's well hued craft, shattered Into bits pieces, large to small, a glittering shards Rain of destruction. crashing into the muddy bottom, Of the under belly of the sea itself. Deaf are the silent cry's of men, whom leave only Bubbles streaming upwards, as their last epitaphs Tribute for thy existence. The devil's gardens, swim these black waters, Turning them crimson red, sharp toothed monsters, Feasting upon carrion discarded left overs. Dark figures, phantom creatures, lurking just below, The briny surface, awaiting for the Poseidon’s next victim, To join the graveyard of ships. Faded are their names, forgotten titles, as the paint Peels, on the once majestic vessels. Now they remain wreckage’s ruins, abandon to the Mercy of erosion masterful hand of destruction. Hear the sounding clanging of bells, whom ring in Silences of troubled waters abode, it is the cracking Of doom, beware thy young lad, he whom seeks fortunes Favor abroad, for only fools test the might of the sea, Against thy own grit and survive. Thus thee shed a tear for the fallen, dear lad, For no other will on the dead’s behalf, in thine Cemetery of the graveyard of ships. no passages Return tickets are given. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN SPIRITUAL-HISTORICAL 02-03-2914