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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This poem is about: 
Our world

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