|On an island in a fantasy world,
There was an ancient pirate ship.
And on that ship uncurled and whirled
A dancing dervish for an ocean trip.
The dervish's dance was chopping wood
Of the hull so majestic and old,
To pieces the ship crumbled so ne'er could
To sea again, from the mountains' chokehold.
A ship in the mountains? How could it be?
It seemed an obsidian paint mixture
Was the dancing dervish's cup of tea.
T'was mending the boat fixture by fixture.
A tsunami carried the boat so far,
A tale the inhabitants showed.
As obsidian replaced wood, like tar,
Upwards rose the entire shipload.
From an island in a fantasy world
To the skies above,
A path of stardust unfurled and twirled,
So in the sky shines a labour of love.