by Alphaville Herald on 06/12/07 at 11:13 am
by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate
Across the sea in Antiquity
Where steam punk engines churn;
The royal navy set about
The task that we shall learn.
To protect the merchants and their ships
And the casual sailor, too;
They searched the sea of Antiquity
For pirates, mighty who
Attack and burn without a word
Or warning cannon shot;
And vanish soon without a trace
‘Cept burning flotsam, hot.
A trap was set to close a net
On the wiley pirates there;
The decoy sat on water that
The wind avoided, where
In the distance the navy sat
And waited patiently;
Scanning horizon far and wide
For any ship at sea.
The sun beat down and all around
Their patience reached a peak;
And just when anchor would be raised,
No more today to seek
The crafty pirates, all at once
A shadow fell from high;
Above the navy’s tallest ships,
Pirates in the sky!
Cannonballs, from heaven fell
And smashed the ships to hell;
And not a cannon fired back
Lest they sink themselves as well.
In the sky, up above
A mighty Airship steamed;
Down came ropes and ladders soaked
In blood of of innocents, gleamed
As up they raised the ammo saved,
Salvaged from the dead;
Who slowly burned as water churned
Around the wreckage, red
With the blood of those who never chose
A burial out at sea;
Yet down they go as the sea swallows
A burst of steam, the pirates sing
And dance a jig on high;
While widows cry and cast an eye
To the pirates in the sky.
copyright (c) 2007 – Kris Dibou – used by the gracious permission of the author.