The Sea in the Hour of Need
The sun will rise as the tide will flow
While you lift your goblet to your lips.
And when the nor’easter decides to blow
The billowing sail above the mighty ships.
All hands on deck! They hear the cry
Of the urgency in his God-fearing voice,
And cannae quell the fate that underlies.
As yet, it bears a simple choice.
The heavens love you in one brief moment
And then despise you in the next,
But once in a sea of rigorous torment
Rarely out of the realm of context.
To fight for time in the game of strength
Will not be measured by valued gains.
It makes no sense, though never relents
In the midst of Neptune’s domain.
If I could castigate your unseemly soul
That I would do in a moment’s time
But it really is not my imminent goal
To charge you for your wayward crimes.
The angry sea is owned by none
But she can make a pact with the devil.
She’ll take an equal, but will never be outdone
And for this, she will always revel.
If you dare question her choices,
I advise you to keep this in mind;
She pays no heed to mortal voices
Rarely being kindly inclined.
You’d best think twice, my friend,
Before you decide to pirate
An innocent ship again,
The sea won’t tolerate a tyrant.
If you live to relate this harrowing tale,
Please learn your lessons well.
Coral’s main use is to impale
Those that wish to vacation in hell.
Now she is calm with lovely green eyes
That are limpid pools for nature’s finery,
And she holds no bias for fish’s suppliers
And other underwater dining.
But cross her by wrongdoing
And see how her mood doth change.
Storms will begin brewing
And your life will be rearranged.