Through mist and ice, the bears descend,
Rip through tattered sail, their claws, sharp,
Crunch on wooden beam, the groaning mast,
Eyes black with hunger, empty, wild,
They search the deck for signs of men,
Frozen footprints lead them forward,
Huddled crew hides below, in fear,
No stars to guide them, lost at sea,
The cold bears down, relentless, near,
Teeth gnash, they pry the hatchway loose,
A silent prayer, the ship still creaks,
The end is close, the breath grows thin,
Beasts of the North, with nothing left.
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Drear write
Now there is a story I've never imagined. Heard of wolves breaking in to a winter bound train and lions eating railroad workers in Africa, bears breaking into cabins and igloos but never a ship, only whales and sharks at sea. Gripping read
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