Captain

By A Rusted Cog

Pack your bags and your Luggage,

And bring friends anew.

Stock rations and stowage,

and brave the big blue.

Hoist your sails, 

and wave her shores goodbye.

Set off with high spirits,

and search with bright eyes.

Sing songs of great glory,

and tell lasting stories,

of women and sea beasts,

and those who have passed.

Breathe the east wind,

and hear the waves crash,

feel the warm rain,

and the currents splash.

Then stand at your mast,

and raise your sails tall,

look back at your crew,

and watch them all fall.

Then watch waves rise back up,

and floods come crash down.

Fire extinguished,

and lost with booming sound.

Breath the red iron,

and hear the screams pass,

Look down at the bodies,

and stay atop your mast.

Hide atop your tower,

of hickory wood,

and stay as you drift,

to where your crew once stood.

No songs of great glory, 

not one lasting story.

No women or sea beasts,

just those who have passed.

Lower your sails,

and wave her ocean goodbye.

Come back with low spirits,

and darkened bright eyes.

Then withdraw from your vessel,

and spirits of old,

Take all you have left,

and fear the big blue.