P.X. Vexxus


There are clouds forming, dark and blue

They are hiding power, something new

Inside the swirling chaos and hate

There is thunder, there is fate


The ocean roars, it swells and rolls

It swallows the hate, and devours souls

Whirlpools whip, they lash and tear

Cyclones ravage without a care


In all this madness, on the open sea

One man stands, devoted and free

On the water of hatred and shadow

He searches for an end to the sorrow


The forces of nature are unforgiving

They try to destroy all that is living

The sea is judgment and salvation

To those who can face their fears and damnation


In the center of the storm it is calm

On his battered ship, he raises his palm

He calls out, with his voice and mind

He controls the storm, and forces it to unwind


The storm falls apart without a word

His work done, he fades into a blur

The sun shines on the sparkling water

And he disappears, forever after


He was never known, but the people wonder

Will he return, if it should ever thunder

He was a miracle, selfless and kind

He saved them, from the ravages of time


  • Salem_B911

    You sir, are an amazing writer. Thank you for sharing this. Your vocabulary and word choices along with how you verse are phenomenal.

  • Louis Gibbs

    A well written tribute poem, P.X.!

  • Heather T

    Peace, be still. Enjoyed this.

  • P.H.Rose

    Wonderful poem
    I like this very much

  • P.X. Vexxus

    Thanks for all the wonderful comments! 😀

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