Originally, I wrote this poem after a terrible storm. But, not your traditional storm of rain, lightning, and thunder, but one of emotions. This is against my usual style of writing, but it’s good to think outside the box, isn’t it? 
Oh, what am I blabbering about, I am on the outside, the fringes of society. Anyhew, what say you?
Such a bellow was seldom heard
To arouse the dead sailors from the gallows,
Gazing from their necropolis at the ancient masts,
Like crosses, cast against
The roof of their bastion.
The moon,
Cloaked in a black sheath,
And coiled up in the waves like crapes,
While deluges of rain sounded against the shore
And a lonesome boulder
Sits in mute defiance.
Tympans batter in the depths below,
Echo; amplify,
Upwards and upwards
A wave rears on high –
A wall of incomprehensible lightlessness,
Viper – poised, musing
Momentarily,
Confusing its stance for a flash,
A roaring crescendo of night –
Crash!
It shatters, amorphous on the vengeful boulder,
A splash of white foam,
Erupting from the darkness.
-Jefferson Davis-
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