Upon one day in the early night,
disaster rears it's head with ugly delight,
compounding the unnatural sight,
seconds seem to crawl by with the hour's plight.
A fire burns on the ship's watery grave,
dark as pitch on the roiling wave,
black gold escapes from its metal cave,
rushing and spreading to suffocate the brave.
High above the irritated sea,
the storm matches the black water with glea,
as it's lightning struggles to break free,
to illuminate the ship's last fleating plea,
as the Amoco Cadiz runs aground.