Teeth Of Doom Poem by Terry Hoffman

Crashing, roaring breakers
accost a rocky shore,
rising jaws of granite,
recalling myths of yore.

Raging winds shouting out
their dares to one and all,
do torment the sailors
like evil Satan's call.

A mighty fist of water
reaches for inbound ship.
Struggling in the breakers,
it must escape the rip.

Sails ripped from tow'ring spars,
Men are cast overboard;
the decks awash with waves
like some malignant hoard.

Far ahead, gleam of hope,
rising from hell's dark gate,
leads them past hungry rocks
and mitigates their fate.