The storm came powerful in the night

An ungodly wind sent forth from turmoil of Nott

It took us by surprise and shattered our flight

Casting doom upon our wondering wayward lot

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Murky, dark-dreaded were they, thunderous clouds

Sirens singing a hiss of promise and gloom

Lightening silver-blue, blinding and screaming aloud

Serpents waiting underneath and striking with a boom

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Neptune’s curse set in motions

On lost souls who will not be found

Navigation was hindered by terrifying emotions

Massive waves come crashing down

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Clashing wooden ships in a horrific sound

Sending many a man to Davy Jones’ locker

Coral and reef, ancient ghosts chanting and echoing words to drown

Falling under, to a cold, death of water.

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Terrible sea creatures of the depth

Serpents, kraken, hunting without rest

Murky, ancient doom, and blunder

Hideous bone crushing jaws of thunder

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Down deep I go, wayward lost, pity soul

Some thing took hold of my misfortune,

Hands strong and soft, diverted me aloft

Pulling me up to breath again in such commotion

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Hair of fire and eyes so blue

Once wicket creature of delight

She was the siren that held me true

Gives me life again anew in swirling seas of fright

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