One Hell of a Storm
Triton’s conch shell calms the waters instantly.
Triton smiles and breathes a sigh of relief.
It looked like it was going to be one hell of a storm.
He had foreseen deaths like the night the Titanic sunk.
The sea monsters are disappointed, they were ready for a feast.
They defer to Triton’s shell, however, knowing the consequences.
They dive back down to the deepest depths of the sea.
Waiting for their next big chance, hoping Triton will be busy.
With telepathy they explain their plans to the sea monsters in the east.
These sea monsters are even more vicious, and love the idea.
They will lure Triton to that side of the world on Tuesday.
With a mini storm, while these waters rage with evil doings.
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