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(note: The site restrictions don't allow long epic poems, so I have split this into 6 segments, each should run straight on from the previous one.) THE EYE OF THE SEA Or The Rime of the Ancient Kubla Kahn on the Road to Mandalay There washed ashore a devil’s whore Who claimed he’d never been paid, Near dead from Sin, or weatherin’ Yet feared to loose his blade. We did our best to ease his rest, But our experts all were vexed: The Old Wives College exhausted their knowledge; The doctors cursed their texts. Wracked with pain his life had waned His eyes were growing dim, His final words were barely heard: Everything looked grim. With chicken pills we cured his chills, For strength we gave him broth, His brow was mopped, his temperature watched, We swaddled him in sailcloth. Then from afar with strengthened heart As if ‘twere heaven’s game His mien changed, he had regained The pilot to his flame. In heartened mood we gave him food, And bade his tale be told; And so he spoke for the price of a toke And a butcher’s bag of gold. “ ‘Twas in the port of Herringford, Where all the cows lie down, A skipper talked, he claimed he sought A crew of great renown. The wind was high in a sunless sky, The waves were barreling in, And word got round of men to be found That night at The Mortal’s inn. At eight o’clock the bolts were shot And all were locked within, With muttered words of rumours heard And lubricant of Gin. The Captain coughed and glanced around For conversations shed, With laser gaze and aged malaise, In a darkened voice he said: ‘Into the storm at the crack of dawn We sail on the morning tide, Let no man here betray his fear, His passion or his pride!’ The aim of the endeavour was legend’ry treasure, The fabled crystal ship of the Prince, Lost years before off the Straits of Nepal, And famously quested for since. Our boat, ‘The Eye,’ was a Barquentine, Just a quarter league in length, She sailed as sweet as a sackful of eight, With grace and speed and strength. Twelve good men without pretence Agreed to the journey ahead, But the cheery tales of places sailed Belied their inner dread. The crew we got were a hardy lot, Experienced one and all, But none were fools and caution ruled When it came to signing aboard. Continued on The Eye of the Sea part 2
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