Catalyze the Cataclysm

Onward now to vanquish the behemoth And bequeath the cataclysm unto your kindred Some squishy doom lingers On that lithe aquiline figure in the distance Guttural pinks cannot fathom This species of maritime tranquility As anchor splashes into ocean Waves kiss splintering crevices Beneath the moonlight-bathed rebellion Of scoundrels squabbling over air While the captain slumbers beneath The bellows of his brethren Behold! the spoils of the lines A falcon tarred and feathered Lashed upon the bow supine In payment for his prophecies Which guide the ship beyond the world To where the phantom doth reside