The Tempest B-side

It was the worse situation that a fisherman could bear.

The waves were crashing over the hull, the mast breaking piece by piece.

The strong will of my experiences at sea, about to tear.

The typhoon showed no mercy; my men and I dancing with the deceased.

There was no end in sight as the black sea engulfed my shipmates with fear.

I was on borrowed time; the end looked very near.

If this was not the seventh trumpet of the end,

then it would be the Kraken's roar deep from within its ocean den.

Damn Poseidon! His child now seeks our lives!

"My friends, let us pray that Zeus hears our cries!"

The beast emerged, tentacles thrashing the waves,

his many eyes stared into mine, I struggled to stay brave.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt! What is that in the sky?

A man on a Pegasus, with sword drawn high!

He swooped down fast, a heavenly sight.

The beast fell in one slice, flashing his godly might.

It sunk into the depths, our galley turned and tumbled

He landed upon our deck, his voice spoke with a rumble,

"I am Perseus, I am but a man, serving other men."

I fell to my knees, his action I could not understand.

"Sail your weary to Greece, we will attend to your appeals."

I nodded and thanked him, my soul bursting with zeal.

"We are saved, my brothers! We are free from the sea's oppression!

So let us take her now, steer her t'wards eleven!"