Lost Ships
A long voyage to undertake embarks
Sailing ships through waters tumble and rough
Veiled mystique takes hold of shipmen’s hearts
Arrows try to end the war before it starts
Embrace brute strength’s muscle raw and buff
Her cannons aim, eyes pointed on their marks
Poseidon judging whose party will rule
Each horde entreats with sacrifice the god
Their spears and swords no match for Ocean’s storm
His lightning cracks and all on deck they swarm
Archers release artillery undrawed
Cannons no match for this celestial duel
Rotten wormwood she caves under the flood
A ship goes down enveloped by the waves
Cries ring out from brave men, courage not found
Cowards’ voices by the Trident drowned
Are buried deep in last aquatic graves
No cannons shot and not one sign of blood
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