Night’s Descent

Title: Night’s Descent

A single night of strikes may momentarily quell,
But the battle to deter Red Sea’s fiery hell,
Requires strength beyond what fleeting sparks unfurl,
A resolute spirit that withstands the turmoil’s swirl.

When Houthi militants dance upon the moonlit shores,
Their treacherous intentions, a ticking clock that roars,
The echoes of cannons may silence their ambitions,
Yet vigilance persists, shielding peace from renditions.

For this crimson sea holds tales of ancient lore,
Its waves transcending time, as warriors seek for more,
From depths unknown, dark shadows may launch their attack,
But valiant hearts stand firm, ready to push them back.

Oh, braver souls, align beneath this hallowed sky,
With swords unsheathed, they march, a battle cry on high,
Together, resilient, they defy their enemies’ charms,
Protecting this haven with their fierce, united arms.

Let this night be but a spark, igniting the flame,
A vow to shield the Red Sea, etching honour in its name,
For unless we persist, undeterred in our fight,
The shadows will grow, casting darkness upon our light.