The Kraken

A beast awakens every century or so
When stirrings begin in depths below
He lurks in the darkness of briny seas
As hunter, he preys; he’s deaf to pleas
Ripping bows, keels, compass, and sail
While harpoons fly and tall masts flail
The monster snaps their vessels in two
Sailors meet their demise in water blue
Unblinking black eyes; slithering grips
The Kraken lives in a graveyard of ships.

© Literary Remains

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