Then in the Time of Darkness,
That Frightful Event which me failed to harness,
The same Winds of Terror, with Spears of Rain,
Causing the Sea and Dinghy so much unneeded pain.
That Storm, that Monstrous Pirate,
Always makes my Telescoped Mind,
Wiring in Terror.
The Mast, nearly broken. The Sails, half-torn,
The Hull almost fractured; And fell out of Scorn.
In each one of them did I try to fix,
But soon the Vessel came to a nix.
The Force of the Elder Wind - so Strong,
And I just wondered what else would go wrong.
Then, I only thought of only one, lasting option:
To which I then, enclosed me hands,
Making sure no-one was there for me
"Oh God, the Lord of Heavens and Saints!"
I cried. "Please deliver us from this Calamity!"
Now through Faith my Will, I would be heard,
Up to the Last Minute, in His every Word.
As I clapped me hands in Despair,
For I know I knew,
That the Lord would have sent
His Heavenly Crew.
Looking here. Looking there.
Even as me eyes continued to stare,
A sudden Calm through Waters came,
But me trusty Dinghy's skeleton would
Never be the same.