Flow, flow the waves hated
The battering winds,
That lifted them,
Flung their breaks,
And crashed their soul,
Seemingly, soaring, in mockery.
The waves cried to the ghostly gales,
As they tread, then drowned,
Like pirates into the briny frailty,
Sunk between canyons of cold darkness.
(Line borrowed : “Flow, flow the waves hated”-Ralph Waldo Emerson, Illusion)