The Shipwreck

When the sea is a caldron of the devil’s own soup

While the Banshee winds scream out terror’s at night

When the four bells sound on the main deck bridge

Pray brothers pray, that we may see morning light

Main mast cracks sharp like a bullwhips own snap

Rudderless to God’s mercy in his hands we will trust

Listing  to the port the hull creaks a final protest

Life boats soon capsized to the rolling sea’s greedy lust

Captain tangled in rigging to King Neptune descend

Hold fast all good fellows to we cling to ropes cast

As the goddess of dawn finally lights up the last sight

Tis over, tis over, we survived Satan’s fury at last