A Battle Of No Contest
Two captains one old and wise another young and strong willed,
Each sit upon the helms of two opposing ships.
The young fired volley after volley,
The old concentrated on navigating through the oncoming storm.
Small waves grow into monumental titans that dwarf the galleons,
Winds pick up and drop off as the sea swells.
A heavy rain begins to fall in sheets upon both crews heads,
A chill sinks into the souls of all who the rain touches.
Both ships begin to take on water,
The ship of the old sinks due to the damage in the hull,
And the ship of the young was capsized by the gargantuan waves.
There is no contest when the storm falls over you.
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