Shipwreck

Standing with my feet in the sand,
staring over water pitch as black.
The rainwater sneaks under my collar
and trickles down my back.
Gooseflesh soon to follow,
rushing the whole way down.
I can see the rocks, the King,
with the shipwreck as its crown.
I walk towards that shipwreck,
the wind under my hat, in my ear,
sounding like a thousand people screaming
and I'm the only one to hear.
Sitting on the rocks now,
the Sea is spitting in my face.
I look towards the splintered wood,
memories the years cannot erase.
Standing there with arm-in-arm,
the Sea pulsing under our feet.
Destination in the captain's sights
when the sky begins its retreat.
Replaced with toiling coiling storm,
the vessel thrusting forward under its spell.
I thought I heard a thousand people screaming,
as if on a heaving ride from Hell.
Your hand was torn away from mine
with an awful wrenching crack...
I walk away from the rocks with tears on my face,
the Sea spitting at my back.