INTO ABYSMAL DEPTHS WE SHALL PLUMMET...
Trapped I was in the cabin,
With the steer in my wee hands.
For my crew's corpses were laden,
On the bloated ship's in-lands.
Entered my eyes an odious flood,
The diabolical sea had engulfed 'em.
Five brave swains, lay slayed, smeared with
blood,
And doomed I was to see the mayhem.
The lightning tumulted, the seas screamed,
The sky shuttered & the big bellies rumbled.
Feasting on us, the sea and the sharks dreamed,
Then something caught my eye when she... alas!
TUMBLED.
Stood hovering above the deck, a heavenly fair
maiden.
On having gazed at the corpses,
My vision too began to faden,
Whilst the waves rode the holy - horses.
Stood I in the long-lost-Atlantis,
For a beloved welkin loomed over my head.
For the Earth seemed to be her own scientis',
And the maiden towards me tread.
"Oh! You human! You bloody beast,
I'm the Earth who gave y'll birth.
But now on this weed I shall feast,
To clear my ever-blossoming berth."
The skies then reddened,
The land cracked.
The yellow light blackened,
For we free-fell - GOBSMACKED.
(To be continued in the next round of life.
Godspeed!)
This is how folks, we shall end,
And we already get her smashes.
So now it's time for our path to bend,
Or we incinerate to ashes.
Mayank Sinha (10th E)
