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There is a deceiver.

Where? Somewhere by your side.

Sabotaging in the dark.

Wicked in his mind.

Believe me.

Fire struck on board.

The agonising horde

quickly turns to wreck.

Men are slipping from the deck.

All the crew is drowning.

A desperate man is howling,

growling, like a hound –

“This ship is going down!”

Wicked planted the fire,

leaving men to fate, dire.

Taking his pay.

Running away.

Freezing. Dying.

Buried in the sea.

Deep underneath

the surface of ice,

stare the wicked eyes.

At the end of the day

he could not get away

with the deed he had done.

In the Nordic sea he’s gone.

Iggujik. Kutsipuk. Savitsuk. Kamajik.

The fiercest of all forces

is burgeoning ablaze.

Aggressive and senseless,

turns the night to day.

The indiscriminate Devourer

is exercising power

upon every single life

ending in the light.