Diabolic grimace from angry vortices
in the waters,
I rise above the waves and the human figures
The crews’ eyes on me,
like they wish they too fly
to save their lives but I flap to rise and flee
from Death with force.
Above the clouds
I soar into the safety
by the sun’s skies,
the poor humans’ sight melts my heart with pity,
they lose their lives
as I look downwards, I could not help but leave
them to Doom’s jaws,
so I rise in flight facing the sun alive,
grand in its place.