random shannonism

Maybe in the ocean deep
I'll hear the sound of my same weep
rest-a-sure the calm has come
the storm is over and all is done
whistling wind is soft and soothing
blanket blue beyond is smoothing
I can taste the salt of magic
twisting world of torn and tragic
shake so waves grow tall and fearing
let them know that it is nearing
scare them in their cozy confinds
hypnotize 'till faith unwinds
tell me of the taunting tale
point out where I shall set sail
truth is lost and chaos reigns
let the black run through my veins