Sparkling Dragon
Warlike Pacifist
Just a little eco-friendly fable, told in poem form. R&R please!
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The Master of the Sea
He slumbers below the ocean deep
Sleeping silently
Beneath the waves, among the fish
The Master of the Sea
He has lain there for aeons
Resting peacefully
But when he stirs, all hell breaks loose
The Master of the Sea
He opens wide one tired eye
Blinking dozily
And sees what Man has done to him
The Master of the Sea
He stands up tall, a fearful sight
Roaring angrily
He grasps his mighty trident now
The Master of the Sea
He casts his eyes ‘cross his domain
Searching desperately
For a single, unspoilt ocean wave
The Master of the Sea
Yet he sees naught but filthy trash
Floating languidly
Befouling each and every ocean
The Master of the Sea
For in his sleep, Man has run wild
Polluting carelessly
And now he swears to punish them
The Master of the Sea
He grasps his trident, swings it high
Sweeping it wildly
He summons a fleet of howling storms.
The Master of the Sea
His storms strike hard and fiercely
Destroying wantonly
Countless men die instantly
The Master of the Sea
He looks upon what he has done
Sighing ruefully
He wishes that it wasn’t so
The Master of the Sea
His flame of anger burnt to ash
Yawning sleepily
He sinks beneath the surging waves
The Master of the Sea
But now, what has he left behind?
Destruction, conscience-free
Earth will never be the same again
Because of the Master of the Sea
This story’s moral should be clear
Listen carefully
Respect the ocean, lest you incur
The wrath of the Master of the Sea
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The Master of the Sea
He slumbers below the ocean deep
Sleeping silently
Beneath the waves, among the fish
The Master of the Sea
He has lain there for aeons
Resting peacefully
But when he stirs, all hell breaks loose
The Master of the Sea
He opens wide one tired eye
Blinking dozily
And sees what Man has done to him
The Master of the Sea
He stands up tall, a fearful sight
Roaring angrily
He grasps his mighty trident now
The Master of the Sea
He casts his eyes ‘cross his domain
Searching desperately
For a single, unspoilt ocean wave
The Master of the Sea
Yet he sees naught but filthy trash
Floating languidly
Befouling each and every ocean
The Master of the Sea
For in his sleep, Man has run wild
Polluting carelessly
And now he swears to punish them
The Master of the Sea
He grasps his trident, swings it high
Sweeping it wildly
He summons a fleet of howling storms.
The Master of the Sea
His storms strike hard and fiercely
Destroying wantonly
Countless men die instantly
The Master of the Sea
He looks upon what he has done
Sighing ruefully
He wishes that it wasn’t so
The Master of the Sea
His flame of anger burnt to ash
Yawning sleepily
He sinks beneath the surging waves
The Master of the Sea
But now, what has he left behind?
Destruction, conscience-free
Earth will never be the same again
Because of the Master of the Sea
This story’s moral should be clear
Listen carefully
Respect the ocean, lest you incur
The wrath of the Master of the Sea
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