he whale's frantic high pitched tune

Screams and shudders beneath the moon

Faster, faster with panic they fly

But not fast enough, one sinks with a cry.

Silent and swift is the blade of terror

Plunged deep in a soul, now gone....forever

Spread through the sea is the warning of song

Man against victim, the hunt is on.

For the whales there is no time to grief

No time for revenge against spirit's theif

Churning, burning through the sea

Pounding and bursting, no time to flee.

Morning brings an end to it all

But for the survivor there is no answering call

The heart of the ocean has lost it's pride

And all that remains is the crimson tide.

The End

Story by: Samantha, age 13, Australia

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