Breaching hulls, bashing ships It’s not as friendly as it seems Floating fish, massive citys Nothing may stand against it’s wrathful face Some call them rogues, others freaks Sometimes tsunamis Sometimes ripples Often lapping gently on the shore

People of the sea Ventured on a journey To Africa came to trade Even crossed around the cape Up to Mozambique Made it quick To Calecut went to Goa came Just to finalize the route of trade

To peak, a fill. So cheap a thrill, To roll or slide. A horizon divide, Push plates, upgrade to Kil.

Should I collapse, Steel yourself, For agony of defeat. Upon the brow, In burdened back, To each I come complete. In satin cast, Or climbing blooms, Devout peck, two shall meet.

A flying box that helped a driving piece of technology, sustained damage and failed to fly. Three years it has been in service, now a statue among the red regolith.