No fighting Temeraire

A noble heart follows

his doomed path

Thick black smoke that is regurgitated

and vanes that hit on the soft splashing water

On this tiny and very noisy ship, men are not worshipping

the god of bulging sails

But an god of fire and coal brings an oath

to the brackish waters of the Thames

 

 

◄ No sides

No more dead ►

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