\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/538163-Slayed
Item Icon
Rated: E · Article · Animal · #538163
The misadventures of the whale and boat and the unemotional pleasure of the whalers
The scream could be heard for miles
As the waves crashed the bow of the boat
And the deckhands gleared a snarly smile
There slaughter was within reach
Gunpowder smoke wafted through the air
The whale wounded sped to the deep
One last breath of air
Rolling, the drum unleashed its cable
Time was not on her side
Between her bones the steel was lodged
Swimming peacefully shed thought not to dodge
Now she was drowning in her own blood
The ocean had turned, as enemy does turn
"Pull in the slack" the deckhand cried
In need for air surfacing was not choice
Breaking the water, her call, her voice
As torment, despair, and death passed her brain
She was losing her thoughts, extreme was the pain
"Follow her down" as she dived again
The hunt was already won
"Hitch her up " was the next order
They felt no beauty in her love, just slaughter.
© Copyright 2002 MoonTides (justiceone at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/538163-Slayed