The new whale Part 1

Let's all see the story, of a told tale. Of a man, and a whale.

Stormy sea's of a tridents lunge, blast upon this mans only hunch.

Of a demon, a aquatic beast under the sea.

Ripping apart beasts, people, anything it sees.

and for revenge, for a ravaged leg.

This man seeks aquatic blood to spill.


Thrashing about, a wooden beast pushes.

into reaches of demons, of a target of a hatred-

filled man.

wabbling, tilting, like a child learning to walk.

impeaded by a wooden leg, refusing to let go.

Untill this demon is dead, he shall cease to live.


the beast was large, and a fearsome sight.

Swimming through the water, a large white sight

Bleack in nature, anger in passtion

it swims to its own, bleeding from his own.

The spear bleeds his back, swimming rips his skin.


White is fading to red, as the demon mans spear, drives deeper into it's snow.

And for revenge, a tasteless leg is all it had to show.

Raging in pain, empty in hunger.

This being, this whale.

Of pale white and pasture.


Swims tword a beast, of wood and of steak.

To feed on the feast, of a beast of flesh and meat.

And as we speak, as we attempt to seek.

This mind of a creature, light nor dark.

The captain Ahab rests, ready to fight.


Night falls, moon lights, and ahab starts this night.

ship rocking, shipmates sleeping, a slumber eternal keeping.

He hobbles to his drawr, and finds a .24.

A small gun, a puny thing.

And fires it.


A hole in the cabon smokes, as the captain starts to stroke the table.

He's heard a sound, a wave, a rush.

He's heard his torment, his anger

No longer his little hush.

EVERYONE OUT! EVRYONE SHOUT! SHOOT THAT FUCKTHIGN THING TILL FOREVER!
A dead casket, burst into life. Crewmen rushed as worker ants to seek out this blind order.
Cannons are armed, and guns are stocked, as well as anything else, possible to be cocked.

The captain stood there, thinking with a old broken hand.

A ruined life, and pain of hell.

Remembering blood gushing, from his stumped legs swell.

all cause of that whale, that white foolish thing.

Just for fishing, for trying to fish. to find something to fish.


Posidens anger erupted, and the ship splinterd like a toothpic.

No rhymes need, for this small bit. Except the story. Which might make you sick.

Whales  need not known to be smart, of deadly, nor anything else.

But there's places, where maces replace traces of flowers.

Here revenge is two-fold, and a simple story, ends here, retold:


The boat broke, cracked, and broken under a scream of hell.

The ship, seemed alive, as it's undersea planks ripped out from it like hairs.

RIP, CREEK, RIP, CREEEK, CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!