the midnight watch

Upon these seas, we chart our course,

by the howling wind,  through the briny air,

above the fathoms and through the waves,

in stormy tempest and weather fair,

to a savage mistress we are bondaged slaves,

born to serve her constant need,

to weep her tears of doom's remorse,

her Siren's call we must give heed,

she beckons from realms beyond our sight,

her ghastly fire does dance the mast,

she screams her horrors in moonless light,

into the darkness, the devil's darkness, our fate is cast.

The End

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