Poor fisherman, left to the mercy of a sudden sea storm, suddenly sees a horrific sight. Poem below:
"You've never felt
So Frail at Sea
The waters churn
The Gale set free.
And on the Bluff
Terror to see
A spectral form
Sing wail of Banshee."
I hate how my waves turned out. I tried doing a back-splash wave on the base of the bluff. >_<'''
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5 years, 3 months ago
09 Oct 2019 07:43 CEST
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