Spaced Dutchman
Vacuum of space surrounds his hold
as he leaves the fair Cappellan
Darkness without and bitter cold
he seeks the far Magellan
How far he travels in search of gold
wrinkles line his star tanned face
Shouting I AM the adventurer bold
no echos resound in space
Silence answers he is alone
darkness whispers its tragedy
the tanned faced turns to bone
an endless voyage on an endless sea.
Copyright © Luann Pfost | Year Posted 2013
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