Defiance – Cold Fiery Trepidation

Last call, dinner bells, slow dance, an evening shimmer, she sets sail, long tall flute glass, crystal hands hold champagne bubbles; timber walls louden to shake and rock power and full potential, lives ride and sail the tumultuous wave that calls to bellow his name, he is still and walls will hear his voice through fire and fury; he has spoken, Mujer Military Naval ship off the coast of Cuba en route, when fiery fury erupts in burn.