The Green

The screaming howling whipping wind

The sails stretched to thier max

The chopping raging salty green is flayling gainst our backs!

 

One moment up and next back down

Just Me, Myself, and I...

This hardy crew to fight the swell of lucid salty brine.

 

The waves like walls - they block my view

But upwards may be seen...

The heaven's stars like holy gems are guiding as the gleam.

 

I make my way towards lands of dark

This deep uncharted realm...

And hark the whispering angels knell

In hopes to overwhelm

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