Rose Posidon

May 4, 2008
A calm sea slowly began to stir,

the waves rocked slightly harder then previousely,

foam began to form and a hard wind swept across the water,

slashing at the waves and sending sharp sprays of mist into the air.

The sea began to froth,

foam rose to the surface,

lightning flashed and a heavy hale created a apocaliptic sound as it drove itself into the water.

The waves churned wildly, pulling in to a center point, and creating a vast vortex.

A distant rumble signafied the retreat of lucky sailors,

And from the sea,

Rose Posidon.

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