Pleasure Cruise

We boarded the ship in Miami Bound for a Bermuda port of call. We have to cross through the triangle Unaware of an impending squall.   The sky grew dark as night The clouds were menacing. The ship began to jump As if riding on a spring.   Violent claps of thunder Echoed through the halls. Panic spread like a virus The world suddenly felt so small.   The walls began to fade The floor to fall away. Floating in a glowing mist Your senses give way.   Is this death, are we in heaven The silence is so loud. The surroundings seem so surreal Could we be floating in a cloud?   Had this pleasure cruise Passed through the Devil Seas? Had the Bermuda Triangle once again Made victims, of you and me?