Hubris at Sea

[qwerty_H]

The Skies were dark Grey
I could have turned back
Now easterly gusts, show me this fact

The beans groan, the wood clatters
It whisper about
How my Pride and my Judgement
Could have kept us about

The men, they take notice
in all hurricane and Woe
they look up to me
It is my cargo, my burden
their sunken deep stow

but now easterly we head, echoed by the next moon
it speaks of our sovereignty, my pride and their doom

Hi, I really like this poem. I didn't really get the Woe part in hurricane and woe. Also, the wood whispering and clattering at the same time is a little weird.

-H