In the North Sea, nigh Borae, land of the red rubies,
Lay our fleet, in the wild sea.
Over the cruel waves, dark and without mercy,
Sailed forth the dread ships, of our Lady.
Her fierce eyes saw the prey, her claws,
Fleet and sharp, reached out;
Her sword of bronze, did shine in the sun,
High was our shout!
Where are the ships, hawks of the South,
Swift birds of prey?
Scattered, lost are the cruel ships of dawn,
Burning, this day.
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Jerome-I enjoyed the high spirit of your poem, and the personification of dawn and her ships. Your rhythm is great, and the poem flows well. Good work. Kate