The Hungry Waves of a Stormy Night
Steely gray, dark and vast
The foggy heavens grow
Billowing sails from the mast
Mock hungry waves below
Our wooden ship crashes, tumbles
On once-calm waters of the sea
Sky above flashes and rumbles
Awaiting us, impatiently
Satisfied, they cease their fit
With no signs of their plunder
But we've not stayed to see it
Instead, we are deep under
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