elenadrake
In cradle of the rude imperious surge, and in the visitation of the winds, who take the ruffian billows by the top, curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them. With deafing clamour in the slippery clouds, that with the hurly death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose. To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. [Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye & Lost Light] [Spin-Off of the Parallel Duology].