Demon of the StormThe sun scantily flickers across the waves crest.
Shadows of the deep creep on by below.
Loss and passion in every gusty wale.
Foreboding, even in the sweetest farewell,
as a storm filled wind capsizes the lofty sail.
The absorbing tide,
with its thunderous roar,
pounds furiously an island into rock and sand.
Mists caught low upon a chilly sea,
clutch tightly to the feathery palm tree stand.
A sullen echo, sounds muted across the swell.
Swift breezes wander freely over the world,
propelling waves to crash violently along the shore.
A terrible fate to have fallen into the whispering waves.
Years of solitude await, since flaming ships sail no more.
Turn away and look past the distant moors.
Across a sea that stretches far too wide,
as waves continue to roll out beyond the west.
Listen for the drowning heart that slowly beats,
for the demon of the storm has done the rest.
