Chaos Infinium

The tempest breaches the toppled crest,

The cargos unhinged; even the chest.

Waves pound the crippled hull,

Lulling to death man abreast.

The sea horrors grip the towering mast,

With their tentacles gripping the splintering shaft.

Sailors screaming their prayers,

Snacking like a Kraken on mateys; avast.

The cyclone tears her completely wide,

Starboard is sunken, drowning inside,

She bears her suffering, her agony,

Boundless; in stride.

Hungry waters devour wailing sailors,

Consuming their flesh while they gargle prayers,

Watching light dissipate in lapping waves,

Watery graves devouring hope, dreams, and failures.

The tempest has toppled the calm before the storm.