Humming seas do deplore
This aging piece of oar
‘Neath the rocks, kissed by waves,
Comes carriage of graves
Hail, the master of seas
Plunge for the Golden Fleece
With the mermaids steering,
“Go fo'ward!” cries the King
And misfortune, indeed
Clutched to sails, whilst they bleed
Humming seas do deplore
This aging piece of oar
© Dana Eve Valencia
© Dana Eve Valencia
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