One Night in the Burmuda Triangle


Long fingers of blood red sky
As though from a dragons mouth
Spread across above our heads
Flames coming from the south

The sea confused and rough
As though not knowing east or west
The compass spinning on its axis
Breathing the air hurt our chests

Not night or daylight time
Just the Triangle's time of change
Far out at sea, not near land
Was this phenomenon's range

The light disappeared, then just dark
No moon, no sky, no reflection
We were a ship alone at sea
We were the Triangle's selection

Quiet at first, then a noise like a train
Our vessel vibrated as if floating on ground
Then she heeled hard to port
And seemed to turn hard around

Then quiet, no sound, not even from the wind
Just hearing frightened mens breathing
Then all of a sudden the lights came back on
Once again we were sailing

The sky had a moon, and the sky had stars
Deep in space we still could see Mars
Waves lapped at the bow of the ship
Water from spray went drip, drip, drip

Each man looked at his friend
The lookout looked out
Whilst the helmsman steered
But in each mans face was something he'd feared.