the storm rolls in slow...
like a tiger facing it's foe
it's here 2 destroy the ship,
it wants 2 make it flip.
it makes the waves rise,
and it hears the crew's cries.
starting in the sky...
it shall never truely die
it will leave in it's wake, nothing but darkness and fear.

but, like any good preditor
it's always waiting 2 pounce again
hate in it's core
the storm lives...
both now...and then.