Sleeping Sailor
The Sleeping Sailor
The sleeping sailor stirred suddenly awake
To man the ship
The wind!
With a sudden roar it came
“Another battle with a gale”, he thought
“I’ll win again”, he said
But no;
This was not your ordinary wind or gale
Beyond the horizon black clouds stirred
And began to roll and boil
It knew where it was going
And all that it could do
The darkness grew
Piled, piles upon piles billowing high
Black and gaining all the while
Taking more of what it wanted
Grinding, pounding, smashing
With wind like fists of steel
And all appearance of a war
A flashing roaring menace
To everything before
The power of an evil one standing up with pride
“I’ll do what none before me could”, it said
And flashed an amber lightning bolt
To boil the foaming sea
So suddenly the storm came up,
The sailor caught off guard
Both man and ship were pitched
From the top of towering waves
And disappeared in a dark, cold suffocating sea
“First one, then more”
The storm then roared
As it raged on toward the land,
Where millions lived quite unprepared
For what was near at hand
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