...Then light gives way to shadow ‘neath
and wind doth surge through cold cliff’s teeth
The ship finds doom among those rocks
just as a city o’er come with pox.

How the ****** cry, a riotous swell
without anger, fury, none will tell
The story dies as the pinnace snaps
another secret lost in gaps

‘The skiffs!’ they screamed a’running quick
but salvation dashed, the tides too thick
Each man, a child, cannot swim
their bodies thrown, the ocean’s whim

No remnants left upon the shore
the men aboard were seen no more
Wives and sons a’wept and wept
the sea forever in contempt...