| SHARK SPIRIT
By Gina Dawson |
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| Gliding silently,eternally The depths holding no boundaries Forever moving,forcefully taking He never sleeps; not ever for that is for the dead Always restless, forever a ballet of fierce movements Now cutting thru the nocturnal waters Using his half-moon tail like a scythe Parting your own red seas before you All creatures fear to look in his eyes "You have the eyes of the dead",they cry This is the world of shadows, of myths Where man is also your humble subject When he dares to stray into your domain But the shark spirit does not flee He is of an ancient order of warriors Created in part to guard the seven seas The lost world of Atlantis and all the Secrets that went down with her long ago Will never be given up to any of us The shark spirit has traveled millions of miles in the blink of an eye He has lived many times before and after the reign of the terrible lizard He will continue to live long after The memory of mankind is just that... A memory of a species that had committed Every possible crime towards nature Only the shark spirit will ponder How a great predator not unlike itself Could have such fear and self-hatred To go and allow its own extermination Was beyond all logic and comprehension We must take time and learn from such A mighty spirit who has never faltered in its wisdom for eons We must be awe inspired when we see it If and when we are allowed to view Such a magnificent and challenging sight |
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