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Salty Altar

"are you with me?!" in the moonlight
the men shout and raise their oars

pistols to the moonlight
riflebutts to the moonlight

strokeing in the moonlight the waves
lap upon crystal shores

and murkily, so murkily
the prey draws nearer still
enbalmed in studded darkness

quilted beneath ruby darkness

waiting atop jeweled darkness

for the hunters to come by.

"we're with you!!" in the moonlight
all hell could hear their cries

feet met shoreline in the darkness
gnawed away by burning torch, and

no sooner had the first platoon
set foot in underbrush

than the first alarmed remarks arose,
angry and terrified

yes, no sooner had they been led there
then were they cut down without sword

without gun and without bow that night
no mans musket hit a foe

and murkily, so murkily
it drifted out to see

the crimson blood of sailors - hunters -
set to slay the mystery.