The Seas Never Lay

From the sea, angry waves roll in
brimming with tumultuous froth.
For this is the sea of wrath,
and fate hinges on its unbalanced game.

This water of utter black thrashes
beneath a sun, its sheen of pearls;
the pulsing rays trample the fury
of the waves as they topple in a curious fluster.

The sun's beams speak the voices of angels,
quelling the great vengeance of the waters,
And begging calm to come,
to relinquish the frenzy of the foam.

Yet what does perverse the warm spell,
but the might of wind and storm,
refusing to let so easy the quell
take within hate a new form.