The Devil's Gun Poem by norman hale

A wandering ship on the hunt of another
Was getting close, as the sea did shutter
The closer they got to the old ship
The more the sea splashed and flipped

They was hunting for ship from the past
Never knowing if their luck will last
It was said that those waters was cursed
The closer they got, the waves got worse

It was said there was lots of gold down there
But also, legend warned of dangers there
Greed for that gold kept them struggling on
But, little did they know about the devil's gun

Some say it was just a legendary tale
But many have tried and they all have failed
Little did they care about sealing their fate
But to get to that ship, they must go through hells gate

As they got closer the ship flipped and flopped
Then all of a sudden it did a backwards drop
There she laid with all trapped there to die
Legend says you can hear those men cry

It wasn't long until that ship went down
And all of it's passangers they did drown
No one realy knows if the old ship is there
But to go find out is like a deathly dare

It's just not worth taking that risk
To be wiped off the map with just a flip
So stay away from the point known as the devils gun
Because, if you don't listen you'll be the next one

written 3/28/2014 by Norman Hale Jr.