STORMY, DEAD

 

WAVES ROUGHLY VIEW A DEAD, MISTY WIND.

This wave hath eye the wind a deadened mist.
DEATH, DESOLATION, AND LIFE.

The first two waves are rough the last of all the life is hardest wave of all.
WHERE IS THE BIG SUN?

Beyond the wave the sky behind the cloud the sun.
THE SAILOR WAVES LIKE A RAINY REEF

alack alas poor human eats the sea.

He filled something with too much water

ah ah ah

it was his nose. What briney grief the Sailor in his wave becomes the rainey reef now

Stormy, Dead, deposed.

 

ed,note.ed I used a random poem generator for every other line of this prose? Notice the ending is mine. Dark poem a departure for CharlAX which fits his lack of interest for them all.