.A black shape sits on a deck in a red glistening puddle,
Sobbing and shaking, curled up in a huddle.
The shape of a man amidst silence and slaughter,
Clothes torn and drenched in blood and salt water.
"His fortune to dust, his fortune to dust!
His triumph in vain, his triump.
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