(no subject)
Across the howling waves
Among the moaning wood
Under the soaked clouds
Lie travelers misunderstood
Lord Poseidon he roars,
He reveals his teeth
His raw mouth, it foams
As the feared travelers he greets
A cold mist fills the air
A breeze smelling salty
Screams fill sailors ears
As their last hopes become faulty
Lord Poseidon he leaps
Atop sailors vessel
Fighting for their lives
To die not they must wrestle
Travelers have perished
Lord Poseidon has won
The sea turns silent
Lifeless sailors reduced to none