In seaweed chains she lives in darkness there,
Far from the sunny regions of the air,
Within a fortress hidden by the swells
Of inky seas that churn with pallid shells
Of bones and rotted planks the breakers bear.
She lies a captive in a grotesque lair
Ruled by some demon-prince's manic stare
Whose lightning rage each seaward storm compels;
Whose seaweed chains
Bind her his prisoner with cruel despair;
But I have heard her distant dying prayer,
And I will ride those endless roiling swells
Down to that fortress where the demon dwells--
Destroy that prince and free his captive there,
In seaweed chains.
~H.E.W.~
Author notes
I realize this isn't my best - but I thought it would be good for me to post something that wasn't perfect. . . 
what do you think of it
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Nicely done. I enjoyed reading this.
Anyways. Keep up the good work -
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thanks! I was hoping someone else would comment on this one. . .glad to know you enjoyed reading it, poet
Elinor
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Man if this is not your best, then it is extremely close to it! Wondeful, beautiful and lulling as a spell! I loved it, loved it, loved it!!!
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No poem is perfect
it's imperfections can make it even more meaningful if done properly. Anyway, I really liked this poem it was well written. I wish my best was this good
-Steve-
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Oh how I wish my "wasn't perfect" was this good! A lovely poem, filled with beautifully drawn details:a fitting prison and a despairing prisoner. What a gorgeous romantic write!
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