Upon a stormy and restless sea a ship wildly rocks,
Far from the safety of any docks.
Battered relentlessly by the waves in a ceaseless onslaught,
Uncaring about the damage it's slaps hath wrought.
The crew,
Long since abandoning their posts,
Cower huddled below,
Believing their fates sealed,
Praying the end not be slow,
Rather any pain be fleeting,
As long lasting as each flap of a seagull's wings.
The wings of a bird?
How could that fortuitous sound be heard?
Walking out to the deck they realised,
They had survived!
Further ahead their land was spied.
Out came the sun,
A light after the storm.
They were safe once more,
And in those golden rays were warm.
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Assorted poems of a MoonWolf
ŞiirSimply a collection of my regularly written poems, varying in length, style and subject :) Cover provided by someone I haven't heard from in a while..
