Like Red Foam (The Great Storm)

Call me Winterstraw
 Mere passenger of the Glen Carrig
 Preparing to meet so great a storm
 As might well fill the heart with panic
 For now it was being slow and oily black
 Against the mighty redness of the sky
 One quarter of the sky -
 A mighty arc of blood-red fire
 Doesn't matter who you are
 Within the elements fierce ire
 The sun, a great full moon
 Pale and slightly monochrome
 For it appeared to crest
 The black cloud like red foam
 The sea was all blown up
 Into vast clouds of dust
 Like froth and I knew
 The storm was upon us
 No man heard aught of the thunder
 The storm's roar made all else silent
 Trying to burst our boats asunder
 And my memory recalled the distant island
 (May God have mercy)