Storm at Sea

demon swells
and black horizons
beckon our course
daring us
just daring us…
cross
 
full throttle ahead
cautious living
spells death
take a deep breathe
and enter the fringe
 
rising
       falling
              shaking
                      rolling
creaking and moaning
sing an unholy hymn
to the taste of the blood
of every good man
lost at sea
 
thunder burst laughter
at cowards who cry
raging winds curse
as seconds creep by
and by
and by

Gulf of Sidra '86