Crimson Tide
On a sandy beach a mile wide
Blood remains from a crimson tide
With our battle fought upon the sea
The only survivor was me
Since I alone can tell the tale
On that fateful day our ships set sail
To meet our foes both crew and master
Most every heart aboard beat faster
The wind was blowing waves were crashing
Teeth were grit with lightning flashing
Our banners waved and cannons roared
And with each strike our spirits soared
But as we neared our final breath
As we sailed headlong into death
There wasn't much that I recall
Just that one armada would fall
So in memory of that day
History will forever say
Ten thousand men are here no more
One sailor washed up on the shore
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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