Spiritual

It is now called "The ninth wave" 
When the raging sea opens its gaping mouth 
Ready to swallow a frail mothership; 
When the devilish wind traps and tears the sails up 
To useless shreds with its merciless whip; 
When the ship carcass roars and snarls like a lion, 
Fatally wounded, but not giving in; 
When the helm, like a broken roulette, reels around, 
Setting the stage for the last deadly spin; 
When voracious abyss awaits in shrill silence 
Its wretched, weary and petrified prey, 
Hungry for his fresh blood, feasting on his despair, 
May he find peace before fading away.

Miracle at sea