Cap'n Of Eternal Sailing

By Ananya Saxena

Bound away to leave her,

And land I kept so close,

She bade me farewell with a hug,

And a handpicked rose.

The shanties call me away,

The blooming brig always awaits,

Every time we weighed the anchor,

We gambled on our fates.

And when the sea played rough,

I kept her in my thoughts.

Awoken by the cry of mates,

I fiercely fought off Scots.

The crimson cutlasses sat on my hip,

They came and went through time.

But never the crimson rose saw,

A true and brutal crime. 

Amidst the uncharted briny,

I lost my crew to malady.

We mourned their poor soul,

And crooned while sailing the sea.

We looted good old treasure,

And drank away our sorrow.

Our dreams to meet our darlings,

We left for the morrow.

So as we heave away to our land,

My eyes dance for her glance,

To board her in my arms so tight,

And cease the seafaring trance.

Taken aback by the knowledge, 

Of my dear beloved stolen.

Estranged in odourly rust,

By the dark hooded men.

With red blood eyes,

I called upon me mate,

To an unforeseen voyage,

For I am the captain of syndicate.

By Ananya Saxena