Tender Angels float over

A Sea of Tranquility.

And upon the illustrious

Shores of Heaven,

The quiet sea enjoys the

Ebbing of the tide,

And the warm, gentle glow

Of a midday sun.

Everything is perfect,

Above the rolling waves,

But beneath lies the cold

And uncertain, where thousands

Have perished, their souls

Enshrined in iron caskets

And rotting wood.

Sometimes, the cold surfaces

From the darkness of the Abyss.

The hands of Neptune

Shake the sea and occasionally

He grabs a stranded Ship

And steals her souls, forever.

Then the sea subsides

And the tender Angels come back to float

Over a Sea of Tranquility.