You toss me to and fro in the storm of your wrath.

Your path leaves no lack of tension

On this earthen vessel

And I struggle to bind every sail fast

As I tread these

Black Waters.

For what am I that

The winds should show mercy,

For my demands cry foolishness

My wisdom is simpleness

not worthy of a royal ear.

Yet I fear my destruction

For every obstruction along

My trek carries me closer to the

Worlds end.