the smell of falling grace

The ship anchors at the sea

By the rocks splashing waves

The fishes swimming towards it

The smell of falling grace

The tilting edge

The shouts and screams

Every one on decks

Eyes glow wide in fear

The power going

The pulse seems disappearing

The leaders put on a brace face

They know the falling grace

The web of fear

Now the leaders know

What they have been doing

The circle comes back

The ship sinking

Bee Anne leaders live in fear

The pumping heartbeats

The web of doom spreads its heat