Vengeance of the Sea
Timed to the beat of the fluttering sail.
Sweetness of rain,
Salt of the Sea
Invigors the soul, the core of me.
Honest and open,
Fractured and broken--
Waves burst forth from a tidal motion.
Pushed and pulled,
Calmed and lulled--
Much like the forecast of life was foretold.
Thrown about by a turbulent gale.
No port for protection
But only the ocean's rough insurrection.
Fickle and cruel
Used as a tool
She asserts with a vengeance her absolute rule.
She wakes from her sleep
And steals men's souls, those who gave her to keep.