Sentinel

Ever long we stare to the East The waters dance with glee. Alluring at the very least This symphony may be. We watch those who know this beauty And those who seek Her cheer, We watch those who know such bounty Yet nigh do these folk fear That this dance be a siren call A cruel temptress awaits. Such cacophony nigh to stall Virgin people from cold fate For though Her waters can caress Enveloped in her folds, Some foolish bathers are remiss In the power that She holds. Hark! To arms! Victims call, 'Distress!' This sound we dread to hear, "Go now! Repulse death's harsh egress," As there is ceaseless fear That there will be tragic failure An agile step misplaced, That the Ocean will call once more, With smothering embrace. And so we navigate her waves The pounding force beware, The mouth of the Devil himself Comes here-forth to ensnare. "Onward, dauntless brothers!" we hear, "Against the waves we go, For there is one who was swallowed Fight for his life so!" Into the mounting fray we dive, Against the rising swell. Now such ranks form to hunt for him And pull from water'd hell. Mercilessly, cruel time crawls forth As lungs begin to burn, Our hope wilts as it comes to pass The point of no return. Yet nigh will we ever desist, We will reclaim this man. Duty burns as Sun o'erhead To bear him back to land. Near the shore a whistle blasts thrice, Do I dare to believe? The call of a search successful, A body they start to heave. Hold for his life dearest brothers Though the water crash down! It is in obstinate resolve That you earned your renown. Hold steadfast, continue the watch Arrogant creatures we, To think our meager lives our own, They belong to the sea.