5 June 2012
The clouds rumbled, As his boat held firm. The skies crumbled, Into grey, ever so stern.
Like the sea stallions themselves, The boat surfed the peaks, Of the waves, large and horrifying, of which no man speaks.
The sailor could taste, The salt in the air, He had to make haste, To escape the storm's lair.
The winds shrieked, and rattled on windowpane, The sailor's boat creaked, But he comtinued, all the same.
Consumed by the storm, Eaten alive, No one e 'er knew whether the sailor did survive.
Sailor In The Storm • Opuss № I