to E.
Far, far away from the known shore
A wooden ship searching for more -
Pushed by the wind she travels fast,
To find its fate into the gust.
She is a marvel of its art,
She has a soul, even a heart,
She was a beauty of the crown;
Rivals, many from her sight shun.
Now was a pirate ship by choice -
She followed at once captain’s voice,
An old-young wolf, of true blue blood,
Who in piracy revenge found.
He gave all his youth for the queen
Until her cruelty has seen,
He was a pure heart in deed
Until the hate planted a seed.
His sailors follow him at once,
For him they fight, and in joy dance,
They’re men of army one by one -
Captain’s wish was ever done!
The ship is image of the wolf,
His enemies by it engulfed,
The captain’s free, and free is she,
More free than any soul can be!
The way she sails, she cuts the air,
She has power, she has the flair,
There is no mortal who hasn’t wished
To be a sailor on this ship!
For days was peace in sky and hearts
No ship was seen, no fight thus starts,
The men are happy as they feel;
Their movement is beyond skill.
On board one hears an old-loved song,
“An old Mary” on queen’s birth-tongue,
They lough, they drink, they live and fight
For what is wrong, for what is right.
The waves are mirroring the blue
They live, and their life is true,
They know the end can come so soon -
In years, months or afternoon.
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