The Escalating Fear Of Water

Lights, Lights, glimmering bright lights,
Desolate crests of waves ignite.
Shimmers of darkness upon a glossy chest,
The oceans froths in debilitating fright.

Her wooden brow gleams with salt,
And the tattered sails dither in winds.
When the silent Skies are torn by lightning,
The swelling ocean buffeted by the storm.

Rain, like silent raindrops, fell
From the glittering darkness of overcast skies.
The darkened sun from beyond the rainclouds grins,
Over the storm thrashed floors of oak.

The murderous winds have destroyed the lands,
For away on the island fallen trees abound.
Desolate lands greet the dark morning,
And a silent howl is the only sound.

Her fluttering flag tears away,
And falls in the white water.
Above the Earth lies an angry ocean,
And below the Skies a caravel falls.