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Step 1
Go on YouTube. Look up "Sailor`s Tale King Crimson"
Step 2
Click on the 1st video by fink2009.
Step 3
Synchronize video with poem.
Wal-lah! A original poem with background music! Enjoy, review, flame to your heart's content!
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"Hey Sonic!"
"What?", asked Sonic. His Saturday wasn't planned to clean Amy's and his attic. Tails was (thankfully) helping him. Amy ran off to "make lunch", in her words.
" For 2 hours! She probably went shopping with her girlfriends... oh well. Got Tails." , he thought.
"Look what I found! A poem!", yelped Tails in a excited tone.
"Probably a stupid love poem from Amy. Throw it in the rubbish pile."
"No it's not."
Tails blew the dust off the ancient manuscript. It was written on old, yellowed with age parchment. Sonic walked over to where Tails was standing, the fox engrossed with deciphering the poem.
"Sailor`s Tale. A Epic. Hereby no other motal, male or female, can copy, take as own, sell without the author's written consent blah blah blah. Where is the poem? All I see is copyright laws and the like. Throw it away."
"Sonic,", Tails said mockingly, "maybe you should look more downward."
He looked downward and saw the poem.
"Oh. I'm a bit impatient 'cause I got a racing match with Shadow at 8 and it's already 6:30."
"Don't worry, Sonic. We finished the attic cleaning. Let me read it then you go forth and beat Shadow again."
"Ok, Tails. Read it to me."
He sat down on his grandfather's chair listened as Tails recited the poem.
(Get ready. 1st word, start song.)
Sailor`s Tale
Gather round, young and old,
For the story about to be told.
This is an old sailor's shanty,
But not to be sung their fancy.
For this story is true.
Sailors quake and captains tremble.
Few are able and few are willing,
To recite this horrible tale.
But I is one of the few.
Listen... If you dare.
I was sitting on portbow,
the portbow of the Artemis Fowl.
She was a good girl,
Withstanding the most dreadful swirls
Poseidon can throw at us, we masters of the seven seas
So we thought...
"Boy! Fetch me a cup of grog!", shouted the captain.
He was a odd bird,
Of Russian and Turk blood.
His name?
None,but we call him "sir", all the same.
His breakfast consisted of seawater,
With slices of dried otter.
Strange food he eats.
Tell him that in his face,
Is a death sentence.
I gave it to him.
"Ahh! Nice grog. Good bye, old chap."
To my surprise, he raised
His gun to his head.
BANG!
He fell dead.
I ran to the sailor's quarters, sleeping in their beds
The smell that welcome me was uninviting.
Sleeping they were! Sleeping a eternal sleep!
I shook my head and wondering,
"Why God do I deserve this?"
He answered.
I awoke in a land,
Empty and void of all sounds.
I turned and saw animals,
Snakes, pigs, lizards, crocodiles, and other menial creatures of the ground.
I looked upon the monsters with disgust.
"I've brought you here for because I must.",
Said a voice, deep and knowing.
"What is your thoughts on these creatures?"
Said I," Disgusting, revolting, and pitiful is just a few of my thoughts I wish to reveal,Lord of Lords."
"These animals are revolting in your eyes. In mine, they are worth living, even prospering."
I stared at the scum with shock.
"Please explain, Heavenly Father."
"It is a analogy for your ship's cargo.
Blacks going to Charleston for labor.
These "animals" work and improve the land.
Snakes eat vermin,
Pigs take care of the slop of the world,
Lizards are great pets,
And crocodiles keep the bayou safe.
They all work together in the great cycle of Life.
Take them out,
Use them for what they do not do.
This is what you whites are doing to the blacks!
Taking them out of usefulness and making them useful for yourself!"
I stood,ashamed and afraid of the judgement brought from the Creator.
"Now begone! Woe to you, you thankless beast! I throw you back to your life. Artemis Fowl is now sinking. I'll see you when I judge the living and the dead. My house or the Lake of Fire!"
I was tossed back...
I awoke to a horrible sight.
Poseidon was tearing the Artemis Fowl apart
He was trying all his might.
I climbed to the highest ground.
I yelled at him,God, my judge,
"As I stand on this splintered wooden mound,
Awaiting my journey through Hell.
I ask "Why?".
"What have I done to deserve this?", I sighed as the water was up to my mouth.
"Good bye."
The sea was about to claim me as a Voice boomed,
WHAT YOU DONE IS TO BE ALIVE
"...That's the end."
Tails folded the poem in his pocket.
"I'm going to save this."
"That was a waste of my life. Wasn't even scary." ,Sonic said as he got up groggily from his Grandfather's chair.
"Sailors back in the day had a active mind so this poem was scary probably due to a big imagination.", explained Tails.
Sonic walked away and said, "Tell Amy I'm racing. Be back in 5."
As he sped away, Tails continue to read the rest of the paper.
"...Very interesting. Wonder if there's more in Sonic's attic."
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