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The Tempest tactfully begins,

Building, blowing, bending stems,

Sweeping, breaking branch and limb,

Spinning up the churn of cautionless winds.
The waters come and oceans swell,

The buoys clang out drowning bells,

The stars that you’d once trust to sail,

Are swallowed by the clouds.
Before, we knew it would appear,

The smell of storm fronts wafted here,

And as the gaping maw drew near

We lingered, we were proud.
We had our gods, we gave our trust,

That no matter how deep we were thrust,

We’d endure until the screaming gusts

Had left us no more bowed.
We had our hopes, we faced our fears,

Drowned in the salt of a trillion tears,

Left with broken bones and deafened ears,

The storm we weathered, weathered us.