A swift moving tide the whirlpool form’s, A tragic mess an overpowering wave, Digging up the reef revealing said grave, A sailor’s last rites,The last testament the last bit of will, Sleeping giant’s an enticing thrill, pocket’s of air rise to the surface, The waves reveal their treasure, Leaving the scavengers rifled with pleasure, The waves speak to me, They put me in my place, The ocean is boundless it’s my saving grace
Creed's Poetry 