The Seas

The waters disturbed and panicking Let out screams of war As they watch boisterous waves clash over them In the light of night. The blaring of the horn of ship At sea in midnight Lay company to the cries of dying men Without sails to sail The war between water and ship A hopeless happening As wood begins to split Like the flesh of the Saviour No hope for salvation As little big beasts wait patiently for a feast With forks and knives all set To put an end to these hopeless few A light pierces through the shadows of darkness Bringing with it good tidings But only one is saved While others fall to their doom.