Our crew lost in the blue of ocean hue! Far from satellite hands in the dark sky, days of sun and no food for the sad few uncertain as the abyss far down decry. Beneath our yellow ring the water king followed by a thousand tiny swarming fish; our life boat keeps us safe like a keyring, as sky yonder bursts forth deep nite's worst wish. Pulled like Dorothy to Oz again & again - tossed like pebbles from death's hands of Styx hark; an high up top struck lightning inhumane, cutting our ring into a sinking ark. Our eyes beheld dawn then from sand shore's bed, unsoundly saved from the three sisters thread.