The darkening skies
Bringing cold, wet winds
Against which, fire does but naught
Laid bare and open
To all the tempest
Barren rock with dangers fraught
Keels, ribs, and spar
We see from afar
The dark horizon
Heralds a dark dawn
Against which fire does naught
Laid bare as a chest
To all the tempest
Upon each rock doom is fraught
Seen through hardened eyes
Here, destruction lies
For all a watery grave
Like a toy is tossed
This, too, shall be lost
Not a soul here shall be saved
© Marcel Trepanier 2014
picture found at
Engraving of the Wreck of
the Clarendon
sailing ship against rocks
at Blackgang
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