Poetry / A storm at sea

a storm be brewin, the crewboy spies
a black abyss, formin in the skies
icy waves churn against me hull
the roar of the lightning, it be yet dull

swing her round to starboard, me mates
before the heaven's open their gates
think and pray of lasses back home
and know that soon we might all be gone

so sail away, there be hope ahead
don't let ye souls be filled with dread
for with me at the wheel, me boys
we'll sail away from the deathly noise

"but cap'n what be yonder?"
"lad that's something ye must ponder"
"and if there lurks a demon or three?"
"then it shall likely devour thee"

but my demons reside not on the seas
nor do they hide themselves in me
i did not ask or summon them
for my demons are my friends.
 

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