The Wrecks

She took’em all, big and small;Her bosom adorned with floating corpses. The men of the sea succumbed to her wills, Whilst the tempest raged and their vessel caved. The carrion was her’s to keep, A trophy for her winged children;10 moons later the wood washed ashore, A kingdom devoid of its beloved subjects. 100 moons later the wood turned to …

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