Sorry, but I decided to give this thread one last go.
Why? Because it's late, andd the misses has already gone to bed and I'm bored.
Nothing on youtube. Nothing I tell you.
Anyway... I already posted the poem itself on this forum, but you'll find it below too. Because I think I need some work on my pronunciation. Also I kind of had to keep my voice down because I get the urge to do this kind of thing at the most ridiculous point in time.
Perfect Storm
The ocean clashes in rhythm against bedrock of stone
in a game of push and pull underneath the full moon.
The smell of salt water penetrates the winds which moan
into the sails of our vessel set to sink all too soon.
Onward into the darkest depths beneath the dancing tides
where we might lose ourselves to drown in fluid bliss!
Together with you, it matters not whereto the storm rides
so long as we come where waters explode into the abyss.
Hold onto the mast now the heavens above rip asunder
and our ship suffers the wrath of Thor’s heavy blow.
I’ll keep you in my arms when warm waves drag us under;
extinguishing the blazing flames roaring in our bow.
And should we wake tomorrow on white, raw sand;
alive and aglow with the sun rising beyond world’s edge
we shall build another raft to leave that lonely island
en voyage to the perfect storm to sink said fiery ketch.
Why? Because it's late, andd the misses has already gone to bed and I'm bored.
Nothing on youtube. Nothing I tell you.
Anyway... I already posted the poem itself on this forum, but you'll find it below too. Because I think I need some work on my pronunciation. Also I kind of had to keep my voice down because I get the urge to do this kind of thing at the most ridiculous point in time.
Perfect Storm
The ocean clashes in rhythm against bedrock of stone
in a game of push and pull underneath the full moon.
The smell of salt water penetrates the winds which moan
into the sails of our vessel set to sink all too soon.
Onward into the darkest depths beneath the dancing tides
where we might lose ourselves to drown in fluid bliss!
Together with you, it matters not whereto the storm rides
so long as we come where waters explode into the abyss.
Hold onto the mast now the heavens above rip asunder
and our ship suffers the wrath of Thor’s heavy blow.
I’ll keep you in my arms when warm waves drag us under;
extinguishing the blazing flames roaring in our bow.
And should we wake tomorrow on white, raw sand;
alive and aglow with the sun rising beyond world’s edge
we shall build another raft to leave that lonely island
en voyage to the perfect storm to sink said fiery ketch.
"If we go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, suggesting 69.
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- Your mum, last night, suggesting 69.
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