Anchored Vessels

Like a buoy I have Anchored you along my great shores. With steel chains I have tethered you to many vessels. Each ship has gone its long journey. Each one full of holes and broken down. The moon rises and with it the tide. The ships fight to tread the water. As the light fades across the horizon the waters begin to storm. The great black pulls the ships into the void. The chains tense and pull upon your very core. Though calamity seems to consume you, one thing remains. I anchor you upon my shore. I will not let you go. With you I will pull from the depths of the black all the ships of the sea. With you, through me, they WILL tread the black.