A underwater being rammed and bit into the wooden flesh.


Crewmen on top screamed, unable to know what to do.

what to conclude, on simply put, what the fuck to do.

This wasn't normal. for a quick rational thought.

Things like this don't happen.

They all thought this rastional thought.


Ahab knew better, and for this, he was even worse than ever.

He knew of violence, and of a rabbit white whale.

Something thought not possible

But somethings that existance that prevailed

Or of some odd intelligence, to find him for the wound.


That sill had blood pooring, dying his white skin to red.

YOU BEAST, MY LEG YOU RIPPED OFF

TIPPED OF, LEFT A STUMP

LEFT ME BLEEDING ON MY BOAT

FOR NOTHING CAUSE

BUT FISHING FOR SOME GAOT CAUSE



the ship started to dye, and die.  to turn blue, and to sink.

as it fell slowly into death that seemed to hide its self.

A crew man fell in, tall, thin, and blacked hair chin.

A scream, a malsrom of blood, pooured into the top.

Leaving nothing to even clean. up.


The ship split in half as ahab held his spear.

Pure silver, sharped to a point, it could perice a thousand deer.

A hunters god

He waited still

As the top half of his ship, came to the water's still


His crew members fell, and eachone died with a crunch, a crack, or a screaming rasping gasp
water drowned them, or the boat crushed them. the white whale ate them, its teeth disembowling them.
such horror, such feets, such things thought impossible
under normal mortal minds and their beats of the living hearts


The ship was a low V, and sunk slowly deeper.
Ahab waited for the whale, to surface from the sleeping weeping depths.
Aiming low, with a spear of god at his hands.
he waited for the white, to finally be all red.

A tidal wave rose, into something of which i told.
LIke a rose, it was beauitful.
Like a rose, it's thorn's bled deep
The white whale's rise
tred into both of these deep.

It jumped up, and rose to the top
water breaking apart
fearing for its own heart
the white/red whale spead tword the mortal and his god
and was waiting to feed, and it was periced.

by a spear of a man.
for a man was all he was
as a man can be killed
and a man can be wrong
and a man can be broken

even when in his wrought moment of victory.
the silver death, hit the whale, and went throught it's chest.
screaming it's name, his long lost name.
into it's last dying corress.
but death it nothing to stop.

a beasts anger, wuch is nothing to stop.
the former snow white whale, a beauty, a scarcity
continuined onto its deadly trail
jaws open
teeth of a man, sharp as a sword twice sharrpend.
plowed and crushed this man, into nothing but one.

Final Morsal.