Heavy with the windborne brine

Their dead weight drags on firm resolve

Dense mist suffocates the sun

As doubt and fear in turn revolve
 

With every biting gust of wind

The power of the mind abates

Then wrestles to control the rig 

When perseverance emanates
 

To hoist these mighty sails aloft

Everything within is drawn

To summon valour from the deep

And set a course toward the dawn
 

Steer her through the cool grey waves

As black sails billow ‘gainst the clouds

And turn her bow towards the west

    Away from dark and gloomy shrouds

Skim the ocean’s heaving breast

And ride the thrust of Titan’s brew

While airstreams carry storms of Thor

And challenge every straining clew
 

Until at last the dawn’s new light

Creeps soft across each sombre sail

Climbs the mast to yardarm’s height

And ‘lights on every glistening rail
 

Hope and faith light up the sky

And dance, as shadows fast unfold

Helius’ fierce and fiery steeds

Gild black sails with burning gold
 

Then mighty Thor is left behind

And frenzied sky gives way to brass

Turmoil fades on distant wakes

And broiling sea subsides to glass.