Each wave, the accumulation
Of a pent up anger, born from the depth
Throws herself time and again
Upon the once peaceful beach.
The wind, now a gale
Lifts the sea to unimagined
Heights, only to plummet
Down with devastating force,
Sending spray and foam in all directions.
A ship on its maiden voyage is welcomed
By the sea with all her might and fury
Battering the helpless, insignificant intruder.
The small vessel seized
By the majesty of the sea,
Is caught by her cunning.
Alone, afraid and with
But one choice, to ride the jet-black waves
Topped with frosting.