Angelina

What a fine and noble ship,

Was my dear Angelina.

The Queen of every sea,

No shore too intimidating

Her hull was of the richest wood,

Magnificent sails never without a 

Impregnating wind.

Ours was a most joyful and proud reunion,

Though caused by events most...

Unfortunate.

Peace and prosperity are known

To all her sailors,

But every so often,

The calm seas become disturbed

Under the Captain's guidance.

Titans and gods

War in the clouds above,

Showering our dear old Angelina

With many a bolt of lightning

But our Angelina has a dark side,

Darker than even

That of the Titans.

With every thunder clap,

Every strike,

Every rolling tsunami,

Our great Angelina

Just cannot help herself.

Whenever our dear Angelina is in turmoil,

She has to pass it to her

Faithful and caring sailors.

She takes all of it out on us,

As if it were we, we,

Whom controlled the weather

As if we had any control

Over her insane,

Childish

Temper tantrums.

Each time I wonder:

How much torment

Must we endure

This time.

I toss and turn,

Misery waking me.

I hope and pray

That this will not be my last

Dance with Lady Fate,

That I may yet again 

Gaze upon

The majestic beauty 

Of my homeland.

Somehow, we continue to shine

In the eyes of the blessed,

We who toil far below Gilead.

The sweet guidance of 

The beautiful Constance

Keeps us adrift.

Long may we sail under her

In the waters of this dreamland

Known as reality.