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Poetry News Post #3569

Voyage of the Revenge

Written by: Lilting Literatus Phiririn Wyntersol-Kanku'Dai
Date: Saturday, June 6th, 2009
Addressed to: Everyone


The Voyage of the Revenge


From Port Debacle they set sail
For often best intentions fail

And dodging vicious parting shots
The barbed debris of jealous plots

They raced to clear the harbour reef
Too frenzied yet to bow to grief

And hove into the open sea
The vast relief of sailing free

First buoyed up each racing heart
But quick remorse soon played its part

And sapped their very strength and will
The sails hung slack, the wind stood still

At length, they drifted in the tide
But realized they must provide

Their own life's purpose, so they set
The helm toward the Isle Forget

And there they spent a month in bliss
At long last tasting love's first kiss

They then resolved to live as mates
From that point on to share their fates

To seek their fortune on the seas
With only their two selves to please

They took on stores, and crewed the ship
And set off at a bracing clip

With black boots rising to her thighs
Long auburn hair and flashing eyes

The Captain did the Mate inflame
Her corsetted and buxom frame

Did lithely sweep about the deck
The crew were at her call and beck

And cat-o-nine-tails raised aloft
With piercing voice, yet manner soft

She bade the Helmsman turn about
For they were near the Straits of Doubt

To give those waters ample berth
They set sail for the Port of Mirth

But gazing aft with large green eyes
The Mate exclaimed in shocked surprise

For growing nearer in his sight
A warship flew the flag of Spite

The Mate went off to fetch his glass
An instrument of gleaming brass

And through it he began to peer
The warship, then, appeared quite near

And clearly could the Mate discern
Two figures lurking at the stern

With evil glee in mien and stance
Were Jealousy and Arrogance

They spied the Captain and her Mate
And faces glowering with hate

Pursued those they had sought to keep
Their souls to blight, their pain to reap

The crew, the Mate's commands, did heed
They trimmed the sails and put on speed

But on the evil warship came
The Mate had not the crew to blame

He bade each man to draw his sword
Lest their pursuers try to board

The Mate then drew his magic blade
Then sang a lilting serenade

And music wove along its length
Enhancing both its speed and strength

His blade had seen a hundred kills
But his sweet Captain had her skills

A Cleric of imposing might
Her eyes suffused with holy light

She raised her hand toward the sky
And roiling clouds appeared on high

Where thunder roared, and lightning danced
Which downward at the warship lanced

And blew apart its forward mast
But grappling hooks had anchored fast

The ships were soon drawn side to side
And o'er the gunnels swarmed a tide

Of grinning, gap-toothed scalawags
With cutlasses, in greasy rags

The Captain's crew engaged the throng
And though the scalawags were strong

The crew had learned the Mate's fair art
Their rapiers did feint and dart

To parry first, and then riposte
The Captain's crew soon slew the host

But suddenly she was beset
For Jealousy does not forget

And flying fast to cause surprise
She tried to claw the Captain's eyes

The Captain, though, was shrewd and quick
And with her cat-o-nine-tails' flick

She rendered Jealousy stark blind
And striking sharply from behind

The Captain kicked her overboard
To share the fate of her foul horde

Then strutting as he did advance
Came overweening Arrogance

And slashing deftly with twin swords
He slashed the Captain's corset cords

And as he at her breasts did leer
The Mate slashed him from ear to ear

Then Arrogance abruptly died
At last deprived of his false pride

They cleaned up all the blood and stink
And sank the bodies in the drink

They stripped the hulk of stores and gold
And cargo that was in her hold

Then cut the lifeless warship free
And scuttled her beneath the sea

And thus began their new careers
That daring pair of buccaneers

The sailed to Port Temerity
Embarking on prosperity

"Revenge," they christened their fleet craft
Enhancing it from fore to aft

For years they've prowled the rolling main
Immersed in bliss and wrongful gain

No greater love has ever been
Than of the Mate and Pirate Queen

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chronos, in the year 510 AF.


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Poetry News Post #3569

Voyage of the Revenge

Written by: Lilting Literatus Phiririn Wyntersol-Kanku'Dai
Date: Saturday, June 6th, 2009
Addressed to: Everyone


The Voyage of the Revenge


From Port Debacle they set sail
For often best intentions fail

And dodging vicious parting shots
The barbed debris of jealous plots

They raced to clear the harbour reef
Too frenzied yet to bow to grief

And hove into the open sea
The vast relief of sailing free

First buoyed up each racing heart
But quick remorse soon played its part

And sapped their very strength and will
The sails hung slack, the wind stood still

At length, they drifted in the tide
But realized they must provide

Their own life's purpose, so they set
The helm toward the Isle Forget

And there they spent a month in bliss
At long last tasting love's first kiss

They then resolved to live as mates
From that point on to share their fates

To seek their fortune on the seas
With only their two selves to please

They took on stores, and crewed the ship
And set off at a bracing clip

With black boots rising to her thighs
Long auburn hair and flashing eyes

The Captain did the Mate inflame
Her corsetted and buxom frame

Did lithely sweep about the deck
The crew were at her call and beck

And cat-o-nine-tails raised aloft
With piercing voice, yet manner soft

She bade the Helmsman turn about
For they were near the Straits of Doubt

To give those waters ample berth
They set sail for the Port of Mirth

But gazing aft with large green eyes
The Mate exclaimed in shocked surprise

For growing nearer in his sight
A warship flew the flag of Spite

The Mate went off to fetch his glass
An instrument of gleaming brass

And through it he began to peer
The warship, then, appeared quite near

And clearly could the Mate discern
Two figures lurking at the stern

With evil glee in mien and stance
Were Jealousy and Arrogance

They spied the Captain and her Mate
And faces glowering with hate

Pursued those they had sought to keep
Their souls to blight, their pain to reap

The crew, the Mate's commands, did heed
They trimmed the sails and put on speed

But on the evil warship came
The Mate had not the crew to blame

He bade each man to draw his sword
Lest their pursuers try to board

The Mate then drew his magic blade
Then sang a lilting serenade

And music wove along its length
Enhancing both its speed and strength

His blade had seen a hundred kills
But his sweet Captain had her skills

A Cleric of imposing might
Her eyes suffused with holy light

She raised her hand toward the sky
And roiling clouds appeared on high

Where thunder roared, and lightning danced
Which downward at the warship lanced

And blew apart its forward mast
But grappling hooks had anchored fast

The ships were soon drawn side to side
And o'er the gunnels swarmed a tide

Of grinning, gap-toothed scalawags
With cutlasses, in greasy rags

The Captain's crew engaged the throng
And though the scalawags were strong

The crew had learned the Mate's fair art
Their rapiers did feint and dart

To parry first, and then riposte
The Captain's crew soon slew the host

But suddenly she was beset
For Jealousy does not forget

And flying fast to cause surprise
She tried to claw the Captain's eyes

The Captain, though, was shrewd and quick
And with her cat-o-nine-tails' flick

She rendered Jealousy stark blind
And striking sharply from behind

The Captain kicked her overboard
To share the fate of her foul horde

Then strutting as he did advance
Came overweening Arrogance

And slashing deftly with twin swords
He slashed the Captain's corset cords

And as he at her breasts did leer
The Mate slashed him from ear to ear

Then Arrogance abruptly died
At last deprived of his false pride

They cleaned up all the blood and stink
And sank the bodies in the drink

They stripped the hulk of stores and gold
And cargo that was in her hold

Then cut the lifeless warship free
And scuttled her beneath the sea

And thus began their new careers
That daring pair of buccaneers

The sailed to Port Temerity
Embarking on prosperity

"Revenge," they christened their fleet craft
Enhancing it from fore to aft

For years they've prowled the rolling main
Immersed in bliss and wrongful gain

No greater love has ever been
Than of the Mate and Pirate Queen

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chronos, in the year 510 AF.


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