Mortality

Black-Whipping Mist.
Ripping Sails in the dark.
The captain screams,
but orders go unheard,
carried on the gale.

The frantic terror
of a once friendly sea.
Reducing to mortality
every hand aboard.

From bleach-blond beautiful sunrises
to raging raven beast.
The ocean spots it's prey,
and even though they breath,
they know they are but dead.

No release from a hungry deep
That churns and chews
with watery teeth.

No escape...
No stories to tell.
No lips left to whisper
The tale at the pub.

For each man a memory
swept off in a wave.
Silenced with him,
all evils and goods,
all woulds and coulds..

All dreams of a peaceful sea.