The sea is still, Poseidon sleeps
The white horse are gone
As he rests in the deeps
All is peace and tranquility
As the night draws in and Poseidon rests
The sea changes colour and shape
It can look like it is blessed
And its soul is calm
But tomorrow Poseidon will awake
The sea will do as he commands
White horses will ride and waves will break
As he once again rules the sea.