the kraken
The skies are dark gray
The seas grow unnerving
As our ship leads astray
Into the storm
The seas now rock the ship
The wind blows straight through me
On the handrail I grip
As we begin our descent
into insanity
Screams fill the panicked air
Death now wipers in my ear,
“Now is the time for prayer.”
I see his shadow lingering
In my eyes filled with tears
The end it nears
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About the Writer
Jen Vincent, Senior Fine Arts and Literary Editor
Jen Vincent is a senior at EFHS and is excited to be back in a journalism classroom. She is senior editor for the Fine Arts and Literary column, and a...
