(Check Media for the inspiration to this poem)

The swell loomed,
Sparkling with teal gemstones,
High over head
As dark chasms
Opened up in the
Guts of each sailor.
Beads of sweat mixed
With the ocean spray
On their determined
Filled faces.
With burning arms
They pulled on their ores
Propelling them towards
The towering wall.
The boat hit the wave
And was pushed up
Towards the white fingers
And hands that wanted
To grab them.
Chills ran up their spines
As the roar filled their ears
Drowning out all other sound.
With tensed muscles,
They waited for it,
For the roaring beast
To swallow them
Forever more.