The Dark Seas Reprisal ~part II~
The storm flow's over my calm water mire
My circumstance has become dire
Waves rise from the depths to boil
Crashing upon my Reprisal's toil
I grip the wheel like iron in a vice
Yet still I'm thrashed, thrown like dice
My will against the will of the storm
Slowly I'm breaking, much to the norm
Murky water rises shadowed as pitch-black
Pulling my ship down in it cold attack
My sails tear, I know the end nears
Never strong enough, unlike my fears
My skin wears, blood finds its due
Changing my clothes into its red-ridden hue
My flesh fails me, as in my reality
Hating, simply hating such frailty
I fall upon this lonesome ships deck
Nothing can I feel except pain above my neck
An end I'd wanted, an end I'd found
It'd have been better had I simply drowned
For now I'm in between and lost
Soon Shall I find reprisal's cost.
~end part II
