THE LAST COMMAND
Cold grey silent and deadly
The submarine glides deep
A world almost unto itself
Company in a steel cocoon
Nosing into foreign waters
With boundaries unspoken
So careful not to be traced
Missiles for an armageddon
Hatches open, warnings on
All prepared to be released
Millions probably unaware
Onboard, a trembling hand
Opening and reading orders
Keys turn once in the locks
Awaiting the last command
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Author:
Twizzle48 (
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Comments1
I like the way you crowded the words into a small space like the confines of a sub... intense and foreboding, like a torpedo in the tube!
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