A forboding mist shrouds the sea,
a stark impediment to destiny,
a pantheon of light in gyroscopic poise,
to terra firma we rejoice.
An arbiter, stentorian, from afar,
safety we haste, northern star,
we engage with barometer, sextant to hand,
beacon guides us, far off land.
Sedulous we sale, an incipient tide,
precarious waters, we must nay chide,
a chimera manifests, we triumvirate prevail,
terpsichorean tendency, incandescent we sail.
A proclivity to meander, upon sinuous wave,
as a troglodyte dwells, hermit to cave,
we toil with rigour, rising precipitation,
compass to cartography, anticipation.
A mariners miasma soon abates,
perched over almanac axiomatic inculcates,
charting over path, pray grace to our maker,
corvus to demesne, volleys from our saker.