Beneath a storm-wrought firmament, my vessel creaks amid a swelling tide
Ghostly false beacons glimmer on the horizon, taunting lanterns in a fog-bound night
Burdens of past anchors and cursed cargo press heavily upon my weathered hull,
Phantom buoys bob in treacherous waters, promising haven yet fading into mist.
I recall ancient cries for deliverance, echoes of souls once cast adrift by vain idols,
In the roaring silence, a divine whisper charts a course towards redemption\'s shore,
I steer clear of siren lighthouses whose alluring flow masks hidden reefs of despair