Poseidon's Rage

As his trident gleams, he screams, all the storms will come!                       

The crisp, cold, calm water gently touched the beach,                             

all is still and quiet.                                                                                           

Until Poseidon comes with lashing RAIN!!!

As his trident gleams, he screams, all the storms will come!                       

The rough, riding, rain hits him hard,                                                             

his anger only rising.                                                                                         

He gets colder, and colder as his fury boils. . . 

As his trident gleams, he screams, all the storms will come.                       

But wait! He hears a small, quiet voice,                                                           

he is calmed by her gentle words,                                                                   

slowly the god sinks under the waves, beside him, his one true love.