Assailing Marine

The sea is calm and collected A sparkling blanket of blue But on the horizon looms a tempest And the veil becomes choppy Lightning strikes in the distance Causing the tidal sheets to vacate Like the cocking of a pistol And the mouth of Poseidon opens wide The wall of destruction approaches Bowing to nothing, the terror It bears an iron fist And the great wave swallows Nothing but darkness remains With a swirling, watery chaos A strange limbo surrounds For a time, lacking direction But suddenly the bath plug is pulled And the liquid devastation dissipates The trident returns to its cradle And the storm subsides 08-Aug-2005