Teeth of Doom
Crashing, roaring breakers
accost a rocky shore,
rising jaws of granite,
recalling myths of yore.
Raging winds shouting out
their dares to one and all,
do torment the sailors,
like evil Satan's call.
A mighty fist of water
reaches for inbound ship.
Struggling in the breakers,
it must escape the rip.
Sails torn from tow'ring spars,
men are cast overboard;
the decks awash with waves,
like some malignant hoard.
Far ahead, gleam of hope,
rising from hell's dark gate,
leads them past hungry rocks
and mitigates their fate.
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