by Kim Babcock

Created on: May 06, 2008

Twilight sleeps on event horizons' twine
Where the present, past, and the future combine
And a lost soul may seek unholy wisdom divine.

The captain steers course, those sinister eyes
Glint in the moonlight, dogmatic faith doth despise
Beneath the moth-eaten holes in Sagittarian skies.

"Let all bearings shatter, let no compass freeze,
The mind's still adrift in this absentee breeze.

Just sail in thy dreams on these Arian seas."
They'll revel in thoughts of dire death and disease.'

The sailors were vain, errantly noble and proud
Unaware that they'd slumber in Nightmare's Cloud
Where even grown men scream from her horrors aloud.

Feeble mutinous shrieks, their whimpering pleads,
Captains' will was unyielding to fulfill his dark deeds
Under a star fire weave sprinkled with dazzling lime beads.

"Place nary yearning to glimpse jagged reefs
Nor towards the fair Towers of Donaghadee.
For I'll command nymphs from the bowels beneath
To drag down thy flesh by the skin of thy teeth."

They had chosen to live free in the fathomless tears
Forsaking the refuge of solid inlanders piers
Now they quiver with terror trapped in frail craven fears.

Twas sickening to take note of their constant complaints,
One must decide his own fate and to that conviction maintain,
For the weak cannot stay where the sky kisses waters' plain.

We buried the cowards bound up in aged leather,
Either in bleak foamy swells or in soft, downy heather.
Now I sail with my captain in fiercely tranquil weather,
For the sea and the sky were ne'er meant together.

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