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Just a semi-sad peom about a sailor dying out at sea who never said goodbye to his love. |
| Sailor I was a sailor sailing the seven seas, And then my eye caught a glimpse of thee. You are my charm and my Majesty; You are my love and my soon to be. I was a soldier fighting a pointless war, A pawn to be played for the warlord’s score I do not dare to kill a man anymore, For I’ve been shaken down to my core. I cannot stand to wait here to see you soon, For your eyes, they sparkle just like the moon. I would take you to the desert dunes, So let us sail into the summer June. I guess I lied, but there’s no need to frown, I never guessed my ship would be going down. Relay the news to the nearest town; At the funeral wear white like your wedding gown. Sadly it seems it is over for me; I never said goodbye to my Majesty. I think I’m falling into melancholy, At the thought of dying for eternity. Now I’m drifting off into the raging sea; The storm had managed to capture me, And my men float ever so helplessly, Adrift in the water they drown quietly. I’ll be gone soon, I won’t need to wait. Soon I’ll be passing right through those gates; You promised you’d never forget this date; I just hope that you won’t be too late. |