In the dark sea,
There lives a wretched 'B',
Her salty face in agony.

Guts that churn with fear,
Of her faded yesteryear,
Impending kismet near.

Living underground,
Away from sight & sound,
Sick vengeance she vowed.

For she hate what laid above,
And her heart knew no love,
Others' wants mattered none.

Her desire for control,
Outweighed the best console.
And when her wrath took hold,

She pulled down ships and men,
Even her own children,
And choked their throats with sin.

She took them down,
To the icy ground,
Where they would never be found.

It's been some time,
But still I cry,
For the ones that died.

She keeps them tucked away,
And with their lives she played,
Her evil song remains.

I still hear her from afar,
Grinding on her old guitar,
A menacing and wicked bar.

I pray someday she'll stop,
When she gets what they got,
And in her hell she'll rot.

Genevieve Hoskey
April, 2009
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