Tides of War
O’ mighty ship of tides, great boundless sea
upon whom brave souls all caution cast her,
deep immortal springs of eternity
where Poseidon rules as lord and master.
See the battery smoke, the powder lighting -
the buckling oak, the breach, the ocean’s roar,
Empire’s keel and hull wave high smiting
the heroic galleon! The Man O’ War!
So seek a fair wind all you seafarers,
sail beyond her far isles all you brave hearts -
heed Triton’s trumpet by your endeavours
when upon the bow of her deepest parts.
Thus hearken not the sirens that curse whom
rest in peace in a silent sunken tomb.
Written: June 2012
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