Legacy

Provisions are low and even worse

The crew is mutinous

We have wandered off our course

And a lone voice calls for reverse

But do we listen? No, not us!

From the hidden rocky cliffs

Comes a muffled moaning sound

Blanketed in fog and mist

Promising us the world exists

Calling us to turn around.

But the motley crew screams

Let’s sail our course even faster!

Is that lone voice even human?

These siren calls are the stuff of ruin

Let’s go onwards to disaster!

Now ghost fingers clasping naked shrouds

With tiller swinging free

Our deathly chorus shouts aloud

“We kept our course and are proud

This shall be our legacy!"