There are lights out on the water
Moving towards us across the dark sea.
Maybe they are spirits, the last of the angels
The howling winds their tormented song.
Or perhaps it is Armada,
The Enemy come to invade us,
Laying siege and then ruin if we dare to resist.
But for now they’re just lights on the ocean
And until the morning it’s too dark to see.
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