Thrusting from the dark green depths
A mountain peak of monstrance stone
Venereated by stinking guano
Screaming gulls and dead birds bones
A coast of storms and tempest
Violent seas that never rest,
Held below in Neptunes grasp
Lay wrecks of ships turned on their sides
Hulls split, seamen drowned and died
Tangled in webs of seaweed, washed ashore
By restless oceans storms
Left high and dry by an ebbing tide.
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