Currents to Nowhereby Cynthia Proctorand the sun faded pale gray Slumped bodies awaiting gruel thinned with each passing week The air was still as our admiral turned descending to his cabin As waves hypnotically drummed the hull rocking our work-worn crew And through the mist came haunting sounds 'Twas the mermaid Lorelei! She sang of our lands, far away and of loved ones, left behind Weakened minds grew numb in Lorelei's trance Who we toasted with wincing elixir And sleep set in as lightning flashed Summoned by Thor's disgust Till the crows' nest now, a rum soaked tomb Watched bottles roll side to side Wind pipes mourning once valiant men Who's tattered sails lay adrift On rollicking currents to nowhere. |
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