Storm Trigger

Waves crash on these rocky shores,
Ships will be sent to the cold oceans’ floors.

Gods of the seas become restless indeed;
Bleak ocean depths hold souls, prisoner or freed.

Odysseus has blinded the Cyclops today,
He escaped under a ram, Noman they say!

Poseidon, angry that this man blinded his son,
Sought revenge. The tide a smoking gun.

Crystal blue waters turn dark and disturbed.
The ire and the anger are no longer curbed.

Krakens are loose so the shore’s for the wise;
Waves will still build and cruel storms will arise.

Trident of Poseidon will ever stir space;
Seas swallow ships still with nary a trace.

Master of Winds gives the hero a gift
Winds to command to give sails the right drift.

The bag is rifled by avaristic souls
The air coalesces another storm rolls.

The men with Odysseus have hard times to bear
Death or worse as magic fills the air.

Gods of the world become restless indeed;
Bleak ocean depths hold souls, prisoner or freed.

When waves crash on these rocky shores
Ships again sent to the cold oceans’ floors.

Harm need repair at the turn of the tide,
Mananan’s power will not be denied.

The king hero or villian, who can decide?
Long years of adventure no rules applied.

When waves crash on these rocky shores
Ships again sent to the cold oceans’ floors.
Samantha Beardon.