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    dots Submission Name: Gods and Monstersdots

    Author: TheJadedCritic
    Elite Ratio:    2.23 - 3/6/6
    Words: 748
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    dotsGods and Monstersdots

    Over the shores of empty waves,
    He stood in knee-deep thoughts elate
    And sought the deep. Before him, only
    A river rushed; a hapless boat
    Was battling the river, lonely.
    And on the miry, misty banks
    Some huts appeared in lonely ranks:
    A respite for the battered stranger
    And cover from the looming danger
    Of the invisible sun’s fog.
    A darkened cauldron, blind to light,
    Was ever vocal. And ventured he:
    “I’ll build a palace on these waters
    And cut to size the empty seas.
    I’ll put the savage on his knees,
    Catch empty waters in my can
    And slay fish yet unknown to man.”
    So thought the five-year-old explorer
    As he cast nets into the stream
    Scared little fish battled the tide,
    But were caught up inside the ream.

    In granite the river was clothed
    Bridges unfolded over waters;
    In dark-green gardens, by the plotters,
    The islands once again arose,
    But once again the seas eroded
    And dwindled masses, old republics,
    Before the feet of savage foes.
    The sundry ships bobbed in the water
    While in the depths a dark marauder
    Lurked, waiting for the coming prey.
    Scared denizens would curse the day
    When came the beast, half underwater
    And half-above; the island’s plotters,
    Bereft of hope, sought friendly shores
    Far from the island’s frozen kingdom,
    Far from the land’s thalassic foes.
    But rose again the vile intruder,
    As though half-saint, half-death colluder
    And the ships turned back to the shore
    And ventured silent evermore.
    And fell a great civilization.
    The isolated island-nation
    Whose banks a sinusoidal wave
    Would pound into a frothy grave
    For ships descending on the shore
    Was world-forsaken without more.
    And the remaining fishermen
    Turned to their cursed work again
    In need of comfort and a stranger,
    Who, unafraid of looming danger,
    Would face the challenge ever-nearing:
    A hero for the dying light,
    Danger and hardship never-fearing,
    And ready for the mortal fight.
    Until the day pass through the land
    When gods and monsters took their stand:
    Alight in raindrops the sky, dark
    Was pierced by an ethereal spark
    A sonorous grating pounding boom
    A prelude of encroaching doom.
    Far out from shore a watchman brood
    Some ships in lonely solitude
    Aligned in sultry rows of ten
    A paragon of fishermen:
    The earthly keepers of the seas
    With pregnant masts in frozen breeze,
    They ventured out to waters free
    And were sent wayward to the sea.
    And midst the void, harpoons in hand,
    Sent ships to pierce the icy lands
    And cast their nets into the ocean
    The fear-struck keepers of devotion:
    A bonded cavalcade of men,
    The woe-begotten fishermen,
    The lonely guardians of zen
    And demigods to other men.
    The sunless storm cast waters down
    And sent them up the waves again,
    And in a paralytic zen
    The frozen, hapless, fearless men
    Watched helpless as their ships arose
    And from the Adriatic rose
    A beast of half a roaring mile.
    They battled up the waves awhile,
    But were sent headlong in foam sweep
    Down to the miry, murky deep
    Where the enormous heaving mass
    Collapsed on top of them. En mass
    The shattered ships splintered and sank
    Down to the bottom while a rank
    Of dizzied soldiers fighting, clung
    For dear life to the lowest rung
    Of wooden scraps like half a hull.
    And sunken flotsam crates and all
    Like hidden shipwrecks half-submerged
    Burped from the water and emerged:
    Half-fisherman, half ship, half sea,
    Half floating nightmare and half dream,
    Half-underwater, half above,
    Half darkened swan, half pearl-white dove.
    The gods and monsters of the deep
    Emerged from their unconscious sleep.
    While battling the icy sweep
    Careworn and sinking to the deep
    Where deep inside the icy pot
    The murky depths a rage begot:
    A string of allies from the jaws
    Of Certain Doom fight teeth and claws
    A mortal struggle to the end
    ‘Tween soulless fish, and fearless men
    Harpoons in hand and spears like claws
    Between the force of soulless jaws
    Of predator and fisherman
    And a parade held hand in hand
    Of gods and monsters took their stand.

    So dreamt he as
    He caught a fish within the ring
    Of his net’s grasp
    And thought he “Gotcha!” as he struggled
    To keep the fish from breaking free
    Until he finally relented
    And sent it wayward to the sea
    And with a splash said to it, “Grow!
    And I’ll return in many winters
    Far more formidable a foe.”

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      This is very long ...And deserves much praise.I need to swap my phone for my laptop ...but I shall be back
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