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.