Among the raging ocean storm

  There was a point so strangely calm

  That if you found your vessel there

  You would forget all your despair.

  There was no lightning, were no waves,

  Not a breeze, like the calmest days.

  The sea was calm. The sea was still.

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  And you would be such too, until

  You hear the quiet, ghastly weep.

  It almost lulls you into sleep.

  But you stand strong, you do not waver.

  Was it just luck? Your will? Gods favor?

  You do not question that. You see

  A human rising from the sea.

  Adorned in clothing, shining blue,

  It looks to be just water, too.

  The human has an empty face.

  The running water leaves a trace.

  The face looks like an endless stream

  of tears. And then it starts to scream.

  Its body bubbles, water flows.

  What happens next? Nobody knows.

  They say that if you ever see

  The wailing monster of the sea

  You should turn back and run away.

  If it's too late, just start to pray.

  The calming sea is very nice,

  But often it hides a surprise.

  So when the raging sea turns calm

  Just know that soon will come a storm.