Tempest

I fail before the broken mast riggings rope the hangman's noose untethered rudder I to piteous winds in the wreckage trench-ed waves efface A prayer to this salted scathing howl to none but the applause of tattered sails shall lash my death upon barnacles bereft tombstone carved by broken wood Doomed I to hold this wheel too long this breath to splutter my spume-ed curse forsaken prow before the rancor of pitiless reef spare us from swallowing the demon of the depths Arrogance forsake those pirate flag bones for fear wrought chained to our robbery my guilty tongue so does lament please stand this keel above all furious crest Dear forest Gods keep us afloat ancient sturdy decks bare us no ill carry all to the repenting of storms it is our families and aye my wife awaits at home