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Dearest Peter,

Sense you are my nature mountain man, and you also enjoy history, I'm glad Tom randomly

Choose this one for you. I'm a child of the lake, and water has always been a big part of my

World, but I think with the fact we both love history, this is a nice blending of the everything

For both of us my dear friend. Peter it means alot to me that you will enjoy this write, because

Your like my Austrian concious if I go to far you tell me. Or if something can be better I know

You'll be honest and tell me. This is for you my friend, let me know if you like it, cheri

In the heart of the blackest abyss, down, Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls, Of men, are crushed beneath pressures massive Weight, of the oceans deepest depth. This is truly inner spaces aquatic zone of the Unknown, a realm of stilled silence frozen In the icy currents of the barren straights. Where prehistoric giants dwell, amongst the Tidal flow, ambush predators, forgotten beasts, From long ago, living krakens whom devour All life, hidden within their dark domain. In Poseidon's mighty anger, the waves answer, To his fists of fury, hurricanes wrath of vengeance, Gives birth to the perfect storms rage, Vessels rise and than fall in the tidal surging Waters. Nay do the sailors cry out to the Lord God on high, For redemption's salvation, but the sacrificial altars must Be appeased, by flesh and bloods sacred offerings. Summons does the mighty lord of the seven seas, To release the last of the ancient Leviathans. Two thousand hands, of a thousand dead men, Heave and pull at the tethering heavy chains, To this devil of the depths cage. From within interments vaulted keep, Captivities living spawn from hell, is Unshackled and released, to reek havocs Devastation above. An aquatic spider, a maritime widow maker, Flexing and in-flexing, its body’s motions, Towards the surface, in pulsations rhythmic Orchestrations, the gray giant is ready to strike, With its killing arms extended wide, to grapple At its unprotected prey, to engorge itself with All living matter that it surveys, within its icy reach. As bubbles shoot upwards breaking the waters Surface, suction cups and talon claws are drawn Outwards, aligning his eight legged tentacles of bone Crushing death, behold the Giant Squid, instrument of Lethal torture, a living killing machine from the fathoms Deepest depths. For it is the beast, the true essence of evil Incarnate, and none survive its destructive wrath. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 10/18/2014 10:32:00 PM
This is majestic and beautiful, an epic write if there ever was one, I am so sorry to take so long to read it, I haven't been around as much these days, but I promise to you and all to get around to reading all your lovely poems!!!!! Hugs
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Date: 10/14/2014 7:32:00 AM
To me this is an epic write. You do this si very well and I enjoyed reading every word of it!!! A solid 7 I give it my friend!
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Date: 10/12/2014 8:37:00 PM
Wow Cheryl, this blew me away, as soon as Peter comes back from his walk I will put him on to this, I am sure he would like to thank Tom himself, I used to love watching monster and vampire movies but I think I am over all that now, did you ever see the movie called "The creature from the black lagoon", this reminds me of it......Take care my friend............Vera............
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Date: 10/12/2014 8:32:00 PM
wow, that is quite a scary creature from the depths of the sea. You are so good at bringing your creatures to life, Cherl. And your poetry shows that you are very well educated in the details of legends and lore! Nicely done.
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Date: 10/12/2014 8:29:00 PM
/So you live on Utah Street, huh? I used to live on Iowa Avenue and that was when I used to live in Iowa. ahha. I miss my homestate!! Now to read your poem!!
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Date: 10/12/2014 8:01:00 PM
How wonderful a free verse of the Giant Squid ;) eve
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Date: 10/12/2014 5:29:00 PM
Dear Cheryl, WOWWWW ! How cool it is to meet someone who is interested in these maritime beasts. Like you, I believe there are many creatures yet undiscovered that have remained in the depths of such places as the Mariana Trench. Brilliantly written!!!! Really an awesome write. Love, Carolyn (If it's for Deb's contest, she'll love it too.)
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Date: 10/12/2014 12:44:00 PM
You can work the words that build epic stories---This Is Great
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Date: 10/12/2014 11:00:00 AM
I'll keep this one in mind Cheri next time I go swimming, particularly in the ocean. Another super job here!! The imagery and the calibrated diction of this poem are indeed quite vivid and powerful, and keeps the reader's attention on the story line as it is built out. A "7" and a FAV from me!! Cheers, Gary
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