A storm at sea, Poseidon's might,
in silhouette, Saint Elmo's fire.
Though death may take him in the night
he's "not afraid" or he's a liar!
A storm is like a glass of wine
to complement this Sailor's feast.
He'll swig and judge the vintage fine
but never swallow in the least.
There's challenge in Poseidon's rage
at those who dare to cross his path.
Though "heaving to" appleals, this sage
will choose to tempt the surging wrath.
Poseidon's breath may bring his end...
yet canvas flies. Be damned the wind!
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