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The Fish Worshipers
Swashing waves and swimming fish who don’t cry
The sun shining her rays on the ocean
A massive fish stared to the ocean’s sky
Seeing the sun’s distorted reflection
The fish proudly made a proclamation
“Behold, the sun, the everlasting light
Bow down to him whose great rays give you sight”
So every fish and crustacean bowed down
Not knowing that it’s just a phantom so bright
Sending the doubtful to the deep to drown
Swashing waves and swimming fish ripening
The smallest fish, filled up with zealous faith
Leaped straight out the vast water like lightning
Shattering through the blue sky with no scathe
Seeing the pure sun in splendour, no wraith
In fleeting despair and soon coming bliss
Due to the sight of the true and lone disk
He told his tale on an abyssal plain
To his close friends in secret with much risk
Hoping to see her splendour once again
Copyright ©
David Hyatt-Bickle
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