The waters are treacherous
Survival is dim,
Yet this vessel pushes forth
Retreat isn’t for him,
Darkness closes in
Demanding control,
He refuses to be governed
To him this is no toll,
His beloved vessel cries out for refuge
The storm destroying its being,
But he knows to give in doesn’t mean freedom
For it never comes to those that are fleeing,
“Bring on your rage, your fury, your ****** wickedness!”
“For you shall not take me under!”,
The storm matches his anger
Beckoning vicious waves and deafening thunder,
He searches for the horizon
Hoping for a guiding light to prosperity,
But his view becomes overtaken
A towering wave determined to end his humanity,
For the first time he briefly considers turning back
Riding the wave back to desolation,
But instead he tightens the sails
Ahead he goes with determination,
Triumph is implausible
But he thinks better to die than live defeated,
He approaches the base of the tidal giant
Prepared for this endeavor to be completed,
The bow of his ship faces up towards the dark clouds
Fighting forward with all her might,
The storms power is fully felt at this moment
As his surroundings feel like a deadly, moonless night,
He wills the ship onwards
Reaching the pivotal crest of the wave,
In an instant his fate will be determined
Though his soul too gone to save,
The bow of the ship starts to lean back
He feels his demise is near,
Yet he remains headstrong
Refusing to go in fear,
He feels death is oh so close
And he prepares for a greeting,
For once his eyes are wide open
As light and pupils embrace this meeting.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
The waters are treacherous
Survival is dim,
Yet this vessel pushes forth
Retreat isn’t for him,
Darkness closes in
Demanding control,
He refuses to be governed
To him this is no toll,
His beloved vessel cries out for refuge
The storm destroying its being,
But he knows to give in doesn’t mean freedom
For it never comes to those that are fleeing,
“Bring on your rage, your fury, your ****** wickedness!”
“For you shall not take me under!”,
The storm matches his anger
Beckoning vicious waves and deafening thunder,
He searches for the horizon
Hoping for a guiding light to prosperity,
But his view becomes overtaken
A towering wave determined to end his humanity,
For the first time he briefly considers turning back
Riding the wave back to desolation,
But instead he tightens the sails
Ahead he goes with determination,
Triumph is implausible
But he thinks better to die than live defeated,
He approaches the base of the tidal giant
Prepared for this endeavor to be completed,
The bow of his ship faces up towards the dark clouds
Fighting forward with all her might,
The storms power is fully felt at this moment
As his surroundings feel like a deadly, moonless night,
He wills the ship onwards
Reaching the pivotal crest of the wave,
In an instant his fate will be determined
Though his soul too gone to save,
The bow of the ship starts to lean back
He feels his demise is near,
Yet he remains headstrong
Refusing to go in fear,
He feels death is oh so close
And he prepares for a greeting,
For once his eyes are wide open
As light and pupils embrace this meeting.
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