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Davy's Ghoulish Pall
Posted by Ferdinand, Nov 7, 2008. 987 views. ID = 1989
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Yet on the journey home, cruel Davy blew
An ill wind pummeling our fragile bark;
It tossed us all about and chilled us through,
While rain began to pelt and skies grew dark.
See how the rising waves began to loom,
And how our helpless vessel spun and turned.
Like Jonah's mates we bailed against our doom,
As water splashed aboard from bow to stern.
Then one by one I saw companions fall,
As wave and wind did lift them o'er the rail
And tumbled them to Davy's ghoulish pall,
Amidst the raging of his savage gale.
So sing, my brothers! Sing a mournful tune,
Amidst the barnacles and dead men's bones.
As waves are stilled beneath a cold gray moon,
Sink down to murky depths with Davy Jones.
And sing farewell to all the world above,
For I shall see no more my lady love.
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| This post has been awarded 16 stars by 4 readers. | | This post is Part 6 of a writing series titled Davy Jones. The next part of this series can be found here: Widening Gyre. |
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