Storm Gull

Those wings so swift to wheel and soar
High upon strong winds
While foam thrusts forth on empty shore
And Zeus, his lightning blazing sends.

Through darkened clouds of gloom they ride,
Rejoicing in the storm,
While roaring rage at human pride,
Poseidon rears his mighty form.

Those wings, those tempest thrown things
That dare to dance the waves,
In shadows dark they mournful sing:
How beats a heart so brave?

As thunders war within the sky,
The ocean pounds on weathered stone;
Yet still these spirits rise on high
Where none before have flown.