DeepSeek V4 Pro vs Qwen3.7 Max for creative writing

The ferry, retired, tilts in tidal silt,  
its hull a patchwork of corroded gilt.  
The engine room, now open to the rain,  
lets daylight through the fractures in each chain.  
The ramp lies folded like a broken jaw,  
its cables frayed above the mud-caked floor.  
A cormorant folds up its black wing,  
and from the wheelhouse, rust falls in a ring.

The hollow ferry settles in the mud,
Entangled in the marsh's creeping weed,
Where each returning, brackish, tidal flood
Exposes iron plates where rivets bleed.
The heron lands upon a pitted cleat,
And watches as the orange fragments flake,
To drop upon the clay beneath its feet,
Where eelgrass bends beside a water snake.