Ship of Fate
Woke up last night by this dreadful dream.
Let me tell you what I had seen.
I sat in darkness, looking out to sea,
From my favorite spot, where I'd usually be.
The sun had set, far to the West.
The time was twelve, was my best guess.
The night was warm, the ocean was calm.
No one would think of chaos and harm.
A ship from afar with men of hate,
Had left some port with a frightening freight.
They sailed to a place where waters deep.
Then sank the ship to ten thousand feet.
Suddenly from the East, light like the sun,
Lit the horizon by the deadly deed done.
Then came the sound of the distant thunder,
And the earth trembled from deep down under.
The ocean then rose straight up to heaven,
In a massive column, two thousand times seven.
I sat there stunned, not believing my eyes,
Horrified as I watched the distant sea rise.
The light dipped below the growing black wall,
I knew I'd be walking that hallowed hall.
My walk was canceled because I had awakened.
A nightmare that had left me certainly shaken.
Copyright © David Watson | Year Posted 2007
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