Like a giant wave crashing;
Such a beautifully terrifying sight.
A cloud breaking in slow, silent might.
A Nimbostratus the foam,
Mare's Tail the spray.
Imaginary titans of ships groan, gargantuan sailors pray
As their vessel sways and tumbles atop the coming storm.
To and fro' the boat will go;
Forever sailing the skies.
It's bow forging ahead into the heights
For a hundred thousand days.
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