Hell's hot fury

At the apex of yonder ridge

A blackened sky with thunder rolling

Cracking lightening forked unmercifully

I sheltered this body tolling

T’was as was told in days of yore

Afraid of life and limb

Memory returned to its very core

With strains of chorus hymn

Down the encasement water roared

In rushing streams unbiased

It cared nought of my knowledge stored

As current pulled me under

To rest not joyful in accord

A mariner’s grave was my reward

I would not bow to hell’s hot fury

Nor nauseous, vicious undertow

A cladded knight on golden steed

I saw though squinted tight

T’was God himself come in my need

My Saviour of glorified light

I care not what the sages ponder

Or what the ladies think

My tale of vision came from yonder

Through eyes that could not blink

Questioning, doubtful, mocking ways

Will see God spill his wrath

T’will come O’ friends of latter day

Heed my strong and warning path

Do not scoff at the words I say

Or deem me untoward

I was not drowned that fateful day

By the beast with sharpened sword.