Before your gaze, a tempest's fierce display,

Upon the shore, a sailor stands at bay,

In waves, a cry resounds, like sword's sharp edge,

In hardship's grip, each soul feels lost, no hedge,

Gone are the days when on this shore friends meet,

And sing the pleasing songs to waves' slow beat,

They danced beyond the sky's familiar sphere,

As if to keep the soothing colours near,

That sailor saw before the shore undone,

Both kin and strangers weeping, wail a ton,

He'd seen limits of mercy, cruelty's start,

Pieces of peace when wrecked and torn apart,

Decreed the tempest: dance of ruthless sway,

No one survives who sees life's wisdom ray,

Resolved with tattered sails for vengeance, he,

Amidst the tempest's roar, that sailor be,

So time to act has now arrived in sight,

One side, a storm with purpose just to smite,

On other side, the sailor's peace in-kind,

Let's see which side your faith shall be aligned.