The fountains blurred in the mist and spray Carefully watching the unsettled bay On guard against an impending fray. The waves lap lightly at the shores they love. But it begins to grow to a firmer shove. The sentries stand prepared to fight, As thunder rumbles in the night. Lightning rips sharply through the sky Illuminating waves growing dangerously high.
Thunder follows with a terrifying crash, Signaling the start of a watery clash.
The battle rages through the night. The storm displays its awesome might. But the soldiers never turn in flight. They hold their ground, formations tight. And with the dawning of the morn, I see my soldiers, battle-worn Still at their posts along the pier.