torn sails whip in the wind,
talismans forlorn whispering
secrets aft and fore, but never amidships.
the vessel lists to port.
gaping holes spew fire and smoke.
its crew embraces the balm of an icy tomb.
starry skies observe the peril.
the full moon casts its eye on the
blood red sea, pearl and scarlet vagabonds.
whispers in the lesser light,
memories quickly fade by dawn;
artisans of subterfuge forgotten.
the songs of that night fade into anonymity.
condemned to hiding, remembered no more.
lyrics of heroism never known.
the laying down of their lives
so that those who suspect it not
may live theirs in liberty.
22 November 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
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