from ragged sheath to open bard
and set his sails to westward yet
he faced behind to watch his guard
for only but one fluttered shard
could tear his tail from silhouette
his eyes a golden shade of green
as appetizing that can sound
were much to much to make me lean
over the siderails. "keep it down"
if but for one second he'd found
he'd tear my corpse, his face serene.
no killer had I more fear for
and none would I be so inclined
to turn and run for ocean floor
my legs pumping within the brine
than Tiger! Tiger! so malign
if I may jaunt just once to shore.
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