The Dark Seas Reprisal ~part I~
I am one of the few
Master of these sorrowful seas
Hours, days, months, decades
All lost in the reeking breeze
I am one of the living
One of the simple few
Daring to sail these seas
Yet its all just and due
Days, months, years in exile
Turmoil of my own making
Now as the mistress feeds
My life she is slowly taking
She watches my futility
From her night sky's haven
Laughing in such hilarity
Slowly my image is graven
Toil as I might, day in and out
I get nowhere or everywhere
No wind, no wave, nothing
I scream to break the silent dare
Ghosts of fathers and brothers pass
Yet for no help do I even ask
Grit my teeth as I toil again
Fully caught up in my task
There is an angry stirring
The horizon cries this night
Anger, frustration, fear, and hope
Mixing into one storm's might
I have to be ready
One chance left before me
If I don't catch this storm
I'll join this dark sea
The last hope of the Reprisal
The last voyage of this ship
To miss this is the end
This dream's last trip
~End of part I
