"The Shipwreck"

The Demons of the Deep
As if in fitful slumber
Rustle in their sleep
And drag the lifeboats under.

A struggling grasp at Life
A final gasp of breath
The ending of all strife
The peacefulness of death.

The wreckage on the waves
The cry of a lonely gull
The never-resting graves
The endless rise and fall.

As water demons leap
The lifeless bodies sleep.