Fury

Claws raise to chasten
Salt-steeped timbers,
As breath tears at sails
And cold nips at fingers
 
Prurient vessels,
Come to snatch
Guarded treasure,
Meet the sentinel.
 
Dark tendrils
Rise with celerity
And lash at sorry decks
With godly animosity
 
Craven souls dive
Into black depths
Or are caught
By the old sea
And drowned.
 
Puerile arrogance
Is gone.
 
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By YouthfulParaphernalia.wordpress.com
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