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Jutting beams of steel,
of rotted wood,
the bones of a once mighty ship,
a ship struck down,
a scar of lightning across the hull.
She ventures deeper into the carcass,
searching for forgotten,
abandoned treasures,
ones that no one will miss now,
if ever.
Pale skin against the darkened hollow shell,
white hair,
bright blue eyes filled with nameless emotions.
The world above a confusing mess to her,
a tangle of fishing lines and nets,
of a world too self centered,
too arrogant,
to notice,
care,
about the destruction it causes.
And yet,
as her fingers brush against the delicate spines
of water logged tomes,
the pages falling apart before her,
words catching her eyes,
she wonders just how such a horrible world,
a warring world,
could create such beautiful poetry.