Became the dark, did he at last
And ransomed hope for power
While clung the mate to his mast
The crew low and wayward asked
What to make of this ghostly hour
Became the dark, did he at last
The mate cried to crew, hold fast!
And the shaky men threw fit and cower’d
While clung the mate to his mast
The ocean roared like storms of past
And rose the water to mighty tower
Became the dark, did he at last
The blue did churn as far and vast
As his sunken eyes could scour
While clung the mate to his mast
Marvel did he, at his wayward cast
While the ocean spray did mist a shower
Consumed by dark, was he at last
While clung the mate to his mast
Tyler Strittmatter 