The Fury of Poseidon- Sentinel
A clear morning rose over the copper-tinged rocks,
the serene sky stayed the same after down;
but the lighthouse did not trust that calmness,
then a horrendous rumbling made it suddenly frown.
A apocalyptic event was to occur in minutes,
Poseidon rode his horses to impinge horror,
making the foaming waves resemble ghosts
who frightened the lighthouse with a loud roar.
The sentinel's foes weren't pirates, but the waves themselves,
and engulfed by those giants, it could barely fight or even breathe;
and doomed, she heard Poseidon's voice in the mouth of whales,
not glad with the volcano's eruption making waves boil and seethe.
Written on 4/12/2016
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