Come Young Pirates, Part I - Around, Around The Pilgrim Sun Poem by Captain Cur

'Come young pirates, let's drink our fill!
Let's test our hearts, let's test our skill!
Fortune's current will lead our way
Look no more to the crimson bay.
The sun will peek its blazing head;
The sea will count its countless dead,
Fear not the darkness or the shade
Forged in the light our likeness made.
Courage our distant fathers borne
Upon us now our deeds must earn.'

'Captain! We hear the oceans call
Through the mist and black tidal wall.
We are ready, let's make all haste
So few years does a lifetime make.'
The hull, masts and floorboards shook
Each rise and plunge our pleasure took;
Cresting proud up toward the skies
Down to the depths where darkness lies.
The west wind filled our ghost white sail
With a child's breath then a demon's gale.
All silent, a lone seagulls cry
The last beast we would see on high.
When all the land did disappear
Matched each man against his own fear.
The sea stretched wide, this journey far
On a vessel held by pitch and tar.

The sun, the wind burned deep our back
We took our oaths, we made our pact,
The awakened sea gave response
To reclaim our blood, ounce by ounce.
A hundred waves formed deep and strong
Whitecaps littered the miles long,
On barren reefs the Sirens sung
To take our lives while were still young.
Fearless our merry voices shout;
Freed from burdens, freed from doubt,
Past sins forgotten, lives renewed,
What debts we owed no longer due.
Mesmerized by the ocean's flow
Forgetting as we reap we sow.
The beauty of the falling sky
Now fueled the tempest in our eye,
Greater and greater the rising din
Within our souls what greater sin
Than challenge God with our free will
And to surmount his shiny hill.
From haughty pride our minds gave birth
To sail beyond the ends of earth.

Eager, ready to wage our war
Sending ships to the ocean floor,
In fables and yarns our story told
How we lived, our adventures bold;
Bravery, courage, how we fought,
Our steadfast steed, our wooden horse.
And all that once we held as dear
Replaced by eyes reflecting fear;
Our canons shocked and shook the skies,
The moans, the screams and all that died,
Counting days and battles won
Around, around the pilgrim sun.

A phantom ship glides neath the stars
Balancing on horizon's bar
Strange worlds extending deep below
Inhabited by things that glow.
The sky above soft pink and gray
Where dreams of men are stored away.
And the night fell with a mighty hush
Painting the ocean with its brush.
The waters weary from their toil
No longer churned, rolled or roiled,
Satisfied the sea took breath
And fell asleep in sleepless death.