An ominous sky drew down on the lake
Dark, foreboding it crackled with fierce rage
Our tiny boat tossed, for shore we did make
To live or to die, our names on what page
Many chapters Life’s book, stand unwritten
Waves grew taller, ‘risen by nature’s breath
My sloop mate, soul mate, with her I’m smitten
I rowed impassioned, she would not meet death
Wind and water came crashing unto us
Her eyes stark with terror…mine hath fury
Land now loomed quite near, continue I must
Row me lad row!...thy only thought hurry!
By God’s grace, and my pace, we’ll see new dawn
Yet we failed to note…descending Black Swans
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