Every Yachtsman sets sail,
Over Atlantic's massive belly,
Keeps an eye on Sun's trail,
Wacthing out for the elusive bully.
But the moonless nights prophesize-
'The mast shall rattle and hull shudder,'
For he comes with deceptive ease,
To creak the doors and bend the rudder.
Human legs no match to his,
His curse- Hard to Escape,
Not a fire breather or Loch Ness,
A giant hunter without a shape.
Glittering skin and blue-green eyes,
A question to where your future lies!
Keep writing.!!
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