The storm-tossed waves were dashing
Against the naked rocks,
And noisily were clashing
Against the lightning’s sparks.
A flash-a splash-a crash!
And all was still for a moment,
And then again they battled
Against an angry opponent.

And the lightning fought them angrily,
As the thunder bellowed loud,
And the rain descended merrily
From within the storm-strewn cloud.
Again, a flash—a crash!
But the sea would not be calmed;
The lightning frolicked at its edge,
And yet it lay unharmed.

The lightning fought about the clefts
And slipped around the waves,
Pitched swiftly seaward to a light
That harbored ships from graves.
The thunder groaned up in the sky
The battle soon would cease
The lightning flashed at intervals
And soon all would be peace.

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Poetry by Eleonora