The sound of screech symbolised the end of a roamer,
A music so bad — for a fellow who prayed for his anchor,
The thunder speaks volume — like a plug for the lad,
Together with the sound of rain — for a fellow who's sad.
A person who grieved for the death of his master,
A kind fellow that turned rough after the so-called disaster,
He hope for a better place to hear his anchor's soft voice,
But her absence left him whispering: please once more.
-Love, Luminekoygk.