Author: Andrew James Ball
They hunt silently in the shallow coves,
Waiting for an unforeseen pray,
To swim across their path.
Then for some unknown reason,
They went away,
Never to be seen or heard of again,
Or so we thought for many years.
Decades later they slowly start to immerge,
From the bottom of the sea,
To new places,
Where new prey is completely blind,
To the old dangers of the deep.
They now lie in the deep murky waters,
Where the graves of many sailors lie,
And they say their own goodbyes.
Soon the rest of them will waken,
By the sounds of the new world,
Then all will know true fear,
When they start hunting in our piers.
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