Battle for the Atlantic II

With lone intent, all freedom it will wrest if obstinance you let these wolves deny. As tonnage sinks beneath the torrid crest your struggles for survival magnify. Each flailing ship that ferries surety is fodder for the fathoms of abyss. Their shattered hulls sink swiftly ‘neath the sea to slumber in the tragedy of bliss. But if the whims of Tritan so declare the spirits of the deep will guide the way, and through the storm their voyage they will fare so England’s hopes may live another day. Leviathan awakes a world to war as silent darkness resonates its roar. As silent darkness resonates its roar, dare not surrender to the beckoned calls. Dare not relent but let your fear ignore the restless apprehension that befalls. Hold fast to faith for brotherhood abides within this realm of harrowing dismay. Hold fast to hope for as the world divides placidity will surely find its way. But never shall these raging waters still if trepidation cedes this corridor. Your hope relies upon a test of will and rides upon the precipice of war. Though faith abounds to face its greatest test, the terror fills the hearts of all abreast. The terror fills the hearts of all abreast as apprehension seeds the tidal lane. ‘Tis total fear that beats within the chest or mariners that front the wolf’s disdain. The pompous packs disembowel at will the daring ships that feed a Nation’s heart, and as the world keeps sending lambs to kill, the seams of faith begin to come apart. But faith shall find a fortitude within to front the terrors lurking ‘neath the sea. A mighty voice denies the fear its win and vows to lead his lambs to victory. The steel barrage intensified its grip, but through this gauntlet, threads of life still slip. But, through this gauntlet threads of life still slip to fuel the hope so needed to survive. A confidence is gained upon each trip as schemes evolve to keep the fleet alive. Aspiration rears to front the packs and force the silent hunters to concede, but death consumes aggression’s bold attacks for stealth denied intentions to succeed. But tides will shift when impetus provides a twist that turns the darkness into light, and ‘neath the waves their shroud no longer hides the teeth that add the terror to their bite. Your blinded eyes shall see as cannons fire into the light, confronting Satan’s ire. Into the light, confronting Satan’s ire, a Prim assault ensnared a stalking beast. The cornered wolf, entangled in the brier, allowed its silent secrets to be fleeced. The captured prey sank slowly ‘neath the tide allowing time to seize upon its prize. Enigma’s eyes no longer let them hide as Bletchley minds unleash its furtive guise. But still the hunt is not without the risk for silence still conceals their vicious packs. And though unveiled, the dangers still persist for it is blood that wills them to attack. And though their jaws begin to lose their grip, his restless wolves still hunt each dauntless ship.