Before the morn, I watch the rain
alight upon the sea.
How many storms are waiting there,
waiting out there for me?
Across the ocean, I’ve watched storms
devour ships in droves.
Not a motion brings them respite
across isle, reef, and cove.
The sky weeps of a thousand years
lost to the raging waves.
As clouds sweep over restless skies,
what awaits may be my grave.
Over desolation, I must venture
into unforgiving tides.
My recitation loud
echoes in ever-present night.
Though danger’s what I’ve sown
in years upon the stormy seas,
no stranger am I to long journeys
where the harsh waves call to me.
Loose the sails, capture the wind
though Poseidon’s out for blood.
Out there hails adventure,
once you pass the raging flood.
I’ll fight the restless maelstroms
and brave the depths so vile.
Think me reckless if ye will,
but I will withstand every mile.
Upon the sea, on ocean’s realm,
my calling is the quest
of grander things to be
and treasures waiting, thousands blessed.
So damned be fear when fathoms
yield to glory, tenfold gained.
Not a tear’s shed by this captain
over dark skies pouring rain.