7.31/8.25.13

the mutiny of battleship grace

 

captain shot warnings, flanks couldn't know its state

so chambers gave and grace took the water's weight

 

floating on somehow, allies thought grace steered well

signals misread, a captain's only means fell

 

minds aboard (some good some bad) and the captain knew

split by a problem: each half had their what-to-do

 

to them, too far to signal struggle anymore

the grace's mutiny, in two, became a war

 

those with the worst of thoughts screamed, "go! abandon ship!"

shout the captain, "we all sail to shore get a grip!"

 

for he knew no one lived this water to swim

his ship grace rode the sea of oblivion

 

a line was drawn on the deck, fires raged

the final battle for grace was now staged

 

captain with faithful standing behind

the good were faced against mortal minds

 

though, in the line of the captain's esteemed crew

hidden deep, darkness with malice no one knew

 

backdrop of eve, flames still working, sails a blaze

a captain was swept by a thick blacked malaise

 

the matter's hand plucked his hold on life

breath ended after the captain's strife      

 

sides clashed on surrounded by embers in night

good fought without the captain and lost the fight

 

the battleship grace melted into the sea of oblivion

taking all but one seafarer to death off some meridian

 

sent to shore by wind and tide on a rosewood bundle – charred

and awoke unaware on the sands and in sun unmarred

 

in the end of this sadness and loss goodness had won

because the lone sailor who lives is the great captain's son

the end

for a friend