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Neptune Junior
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The Folklore Furnace
I had the magic eye to know that he was there,
to the others, he could have been Thunder.
Pulsing angry heart flashes bright in the ribcage of black smoke.
I feel pathetic, cowering in a splintering vessel.
While Neptune's almighty roar is too loud to hear.
Rope burn stings, and I hold my hands out to the brewing storm.
One deafening plunge of his Staff and cold sharp splatters of rain freeze the pain.
He pulled the short straw, I've always believed.
Submerged to purge the sea of mortal rule,
An eternity of counting sharks but still
he's there enough to see my ship to shore.
