Nightsky was blotted black
Atop the mount blanc
Scrawling over barks
Musing on river banks
I riffled through the blanks
And rippled water plants
Moors the mighty yacht
With multitudinous masts
Thunderous blast
A hex from hell cast
The blows are as fast
As the raging holocaust
Bonged half past
Twelve and all aghast
A midnight everlast
With dread corpses and carcass
©LIL ARCHA
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