Ferocious waves flanked the army of spears,
malicious dark clouded the swarm at rears.
Shining a stark contrast, just to warm the fears;
binding hate itself, into a cabin of lost years.
Such debate in herself, chained into frosty gears;
much sorrow she had, rained a storm of tears.
She was without nation, direction or intervention;
and she was without intent to escape from her station.
The beastly currents swept her away from dedication,
and the fauna of undersea was swayed in hesitation.
She had a home too new,
it was a golden farm;
pain she had to eschew,
but to few it shall cause no harm.
Calamitous swirl zoned onto her,
and took away her charm;
the wandering pearl, that was her,
dragged along the wind's mighty arm.
And he found her, blemished without light;
brilliant sound he heard, heaven was his sight.
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