Odyssey

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.