Wordle: Neptune’s Fury

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Frothy water
In the wake of the horse-drawn shell
Zigzagging through the vast blue ocean
As if trying to stitch the waves together
Neptune travels
Sense of urgency
A shrill wind
And an icy chill that begins to singe the extremes
Become nothing
Neptune holds his trident aloft
Peaks pointing towards a turbulent sky
And with a swift circle of the staff
Lightning streaks forth like a powerful cosmic ribbon
Neptune is unpleased
And he has reached his destination

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