Under full moon’s light, as the thunder crashed

A deserted ship, against murderous waves, thrashed

There was no one aboard, they had perished that night

As the boat, bobbed and swayed, such a terrible sight

Once a crew of twenty, one by one, fell to the sea

Washed away with the tides which claimed victory

No bodies were found, on those waters, enraged

When guided by the full moon, cannot be assuaged

That was her vengeance, this storm, she delivered

Left behind, nothing more, than a craft, fully slivered

January Writing Prompt – The storm raged on without any hope of being saved – Day 14/31

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