Tossed about
By the curse of the sea
The crew, in peril,
Could not break free.

The demons held tight,
Never letting go
Poor little ship,
Thrown about, to and fro.

Damaging waves
Thrashed about the bow
Men, hanging on,
But they didn’t know how

To stop the water
From coming aboard
Surely, someone
Had caused this discord

No time to wonder
No time to blame
The rocks, getting closer
Held each of their names

One by one,
They disappeared
Voices, now silenced
It’s what they had feared

They never did find
This vessel, lost at sea
Surely, evil prevailed
Twas the Devil’s apogee

 

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