The song of waves

An old song by old folk, who know the dangers but of what i must not say.

The wind grows high

forever more we fight.

The waves of thunder 

with veins of fire.

The sea is tough

but spirits are tougher.

The end we seek

from down below

we feel the heat.

The masts we hold

are gown by the bold.

The light we seek, forever

more out of are reach.

The story told by

the brave and bold.

Forever more are

story grows by

those who-untold. 

Author's Note

What do you think?