Poseidon's Breath

An ocean storm, Poseidon’s might; the rigging glows with Elmo’s fire. Though death may take him in the night he’s “not afraid” (or he’s a liar)! A storm is like a glass of wine; to compliment a Sailor’s feast. He’ll swig and judge the vintage fine, but never swallow in the least. There’s challenge in Poseidon’s rage to those who dare to cross his path. though “heaving to” appeals, this sage will choose to tempt the surging wrath. Poseidon’s breath may bring his end, yet canvas flies! Be damned, the wind! © Copyright 2004 W.D. Neighbors