One fine spring morning,
Cried a lady to a midwife's crooning,
To give birth to her loved son
Whose eyes shone like the sun
He grew to be tall and strong
Along the shore's rocky crown
Breathing in th ocean's salty breeze
Aching to concquer her turbulent seas
The boy slowly turned to a man
Took oer his lady along with his clan
To hoist her colours true and strong
And to sail the high seas singing her merry song
"All is well and our course is set
The wind is true and i shall not fret "
Captain, said one of his clanlet
"Hence i shall go and sleep under my blanket"
His lady ran straight and true
Into a storm's hands so brute
He tossed his lady down every way
Playing with her using the oceans sway
The captain headed into the storm's eye
And asked god "why the rye?"
But all his efforts ere in vain
And sink did his lady gifting him pain
Every effort to save her though
Was in vain as the brute punched through
He and his clanlets had to turn their backs
Upon their lady in blue and cut themselves slack
Devastated was the captain for is loss
He did start smoking every grass
Every spirit did he drink
To try like his ship, for himself to sink
The will to fight had alll been lost
An empty shell was all left of the host
Untill, a new dream was sighted upon
And chase was ordered without a frown
The captain forgot that the lady was probably someone else's
And in love he chased down a useless scone
To only find himself further broken
In a false hope of some grand token
He only found his dream sailing away
To another man, unworthy in every way.
The captain remains at a loss
For now double was his loss
Now he sits and waits in an abyss
For his rescuer, like an oasis
in a desert full of mirages
so that there can be some peace in his garages
Till that time
He shall lie in the sine
Else he shall wait for his chime
Leaving his footprints in the sands of time.
