Majesty of the Sea
(Petrarchan Sonnet Form)
She keeps her secrets hidden deep and dark,
Mysterious in her fathoms unknown.
The poor damned souls of sailors she has thrown
To the dead eyes and white teeth of the shark.
In a storm of rage she shall take back the spark
Of life, given to men but in a loan.
Drowning always in waters cold as stone,
Are the sunken bones of ships, bleached stark.
Yet in her great temper is majesty,
And a challenge issued to those of men
Brave enough to embark upon her waves.
Like a bird who longs to be wholly free,
So their hearts long to set sail once again.
It is the beautiful sea their soul craves.
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