So is this how you're supposed to write an allegorical poem?

The salt-laced storm raged on

Clawing at the rigging without end

Ebony waves clawed at the hull

Subdued by the rough timbers steeped in tar

The five-masted vessel surged ahead

With all sails billowing like bloated chests

While turbans, plumes and coolies toiled

All fifteen of them on the weathered deck

The maw of the storm puked black

As spears of light flashed about the ship

But the ship lunged forward still

Chasing after the majestic whale albino

Wood screamed against the wind's teeth

The proud spar buckled, twisted and gave way

Down crashed the yardarm, tangled in the lines

And then another, and another until one sail remained

After the storm finally coughed its last breath

All that remained was a skeletal frame forlorn

With clouds unmoored from the heavens gone

Leaving only a blue prison dwarfing all else