Early morn, & the northbound breeze turned east A firestorm, was slowly rising from the sea Blinding light, that revealed bare bones through skin Oncoming plight, of fast moving fatal winds Minutes pass, then Poseidon roared in pain En masse, displaced to flee the rain Torrid snow, descended on the deck Stood in awe, gaze upon the ash of death If no one looks, discard the truths of those who died Nevermind the island-folk, or Lucky Dragon number 5