Gnarling, fomenting, and terrifying was she;
Screaming the wrath of Poseidon's doom was the sea.
Drowning was Panic's cacophony in the blasts
Down from above and below which shattered the masts.
Crying, just crying and fear. All courage destroyed;
Thought, in its vacuum, disintegrates in the void
Realization has carved out. Only despair,
Only despair and anxiety of the snared.
Iron and liquid, the sky is hard yet it melts;
Torrents from Heaven in syncopation with Hell.
Clutching in darkness below the deck while the bolts
Flash in the chaos without, all struggle to hold.
Crashers rebound on the hull and toss us around,
Piercing a hole in our side like running aground.
Light spills in almost as fast as water, and sight,
Fouler than blindness, itself impresses on night.
People unfathomably bereft in the lands
All of us left, that will never see of those sands
Where we return; it is never now for the forts
Cannot espy us, and nonexistent the port.
Always awaiting, the ones surviving us poor
Souls of the wreck; we were gone the same as before,
Then it was final. The sea in silence responds;
All that she offers are marching waves from beyond.
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