The Power of Prayer

This big ship lugs only one that's me it deluded it's anchor barren lost at sea I was swept unaware of its lease of life she was cast by a mariner's survival knife there was no-one to heed my sorry cry for help with a drip and a gurgle as the anchor fell but the wind willy nilly tossed us to and thro such a drastic location as the thunder roared I was woke to a rapping from the stray detail a dyslexic reception call was bound to fail the response sought me un-aware and cussed my fall with an eye barely open view a vibrant crawl I reflected religiously in search of light was I cursed to a rota of eternal night overhead congregating swarmed the vultures best I recoiled back in horror as the scavengers messed with the deluge relentless I redressed below horrid rooks started tripping on the cabin floor with the rain no deterrent and the gusts no threat they deliriously powered as their eyebrows met with their heads full of anger and the promise of rum they ferment to the rhythm of a distant drum As they ripped out a panel with a tribal yelp I recited a passage as I plied for help well thank the Lord for the power of prayer as above helicopters towered in the air and the sun came out and the sky turned blue but the stains remained though I'd broke curfew.