Eric Markisen

(Somewhere in Florida)

The White Whale


grip the rail
and kill the beast
the vision slowly fades away
she swims across the open seas
and has her way with life
blood drips from her teeth
her prey is closely gone away
just a scrath on the surface
and she'll tear you apart
diving deep into the depths
everything found but her heart
just a world apart
and she has not heart to give
nor recieve thine blessings upon thee
the ships edge curls into to way
the course is set
full speed ahead
deaths head lay
in its watery grave
forever to sleep
with no love or peace

Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Edited: Thursday, February 17, 2011
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  • Frederick Kesner (5/6/2007 11:34:00 PM)

    Captain Ahab has done his time in our socio-environmental education but I guess he is still useful in our literary education. (Report) Reply

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