Spife -

(The Dream) Sleeping, below the deck of the ship. In dream I see, the ravaging seas. The rocking of the waves, bashing against the hull Awakens me! In terror, I jolt from my bed, stumbling towards my captain. Pleading, pleading to turn the ship around. The seas are choppy, a storms on the horizon. "My captain", he turns to me and asks "What proof of this have ye?" "I’ve sailed this seas for many o’ year, ye of insolence. No storm is on the horizon." "Captain" I cried, "my proof lies in a dream, that touched my mind. Heed my words or you’ve doomed us all." "Bite your tongue sailor, lest you cause a mutiny. There be no storms a brewin, this dream stays tween you and me." "Captain!" A voice from the crows nest cries. "A storm is atop us." His mouth agape, the captain sees a wave too tall to be true. The seas are choppy, the storm is here. ( Devouring Waves) "All hands on deck ye sailors, this is our ship. This storm will try to take her, give no relent. Brace yourselves for the impact, that might sea. You say this is the ending, I disagree." Crashing, turning, rending, waves of fear. Pushing, pulling, ripping, apart our ship. The waves, they break our cannons, a show of war. They shred our hull, those waves, that wretched pull. Even below the deck, our ship is full. These seas are all consuming, destructive force! Crashing, turning, rending, waves of fear. Pushing, pulling, ripping, apart our ship. "No hope, to many holes, the Dwinsponce has lost this tiff. Get to the rowboat, before the waves sink our ship!" (Lonely in the Sea) The ship, is no more. I surfaced only a bit ago. Floating in the sea, I see an island. My only hope.