The waves rolled red
As foes and friends bled
Overhead laughed spectres
Their bloodlust yet fed
The skies cried
As warriors died
Sailor ‘pon sailor
Sank to sea bed
Laid to rest
In a wat’ry grave
And so it goes again
Prepare yourselves my friends
Our foes shall seek their end
Be they feld
By steel, wind, or sea
The waves rolled red
As foes and friends bled
Overhead laugh spectres
Their bloodlust
Yet to be
Fed
Graphite on paper, Untitled, by Atticus Hare, 2013.
by Carmen Lockhart
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Waves Rolled Red
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