Of Captains And Of Men Poem by Captain Cur

Powerfully framed, of uncommon height
Taller still when necks crane beneath his sight,
Amazement takes pause marking size again,
Renowned in deeds gargantuan among men;

Profound in his words, a long striding gait,
Wise in his challenges, strong in debate,
Striking in manner with impressive stance
Obstacles absorbed, a conciliatory glance,

Well educated in the English rites
Carries twin blades in lieu of a knife,
A crushing hand in that manner to greet,
Grasping a shoulder, well versed in his speech,

A swordsman of superior craft and skill
Mastering this Age reforged by his will,
Dark windswept hair, an unobtrusive gaze
With brown pensive eyes like warm tropic waves,

Eyes of deepening and darkening hue
Quite attractive to a womanly view;
Yet, haughtier thoughts lips might reveal
Caverns of dignity rightly conceal.

Judging men who but to ourselves compare
That feign a smile instead of a sneer?
Who then mask the inner working's of mind
That fear to be discovered or refined?

Who must know the tragedy that they quell,
guilty actions to terrible to tell,
In all bluster when fumbling words deny
The true reason a tear escapes the eye.

An uncontrolled thought can warily sneak
to probe the heart through vessels that are weak,
Can they then to a keen observers eye
Reverse the calamitous scrutiny?

He whom himself sees, must also be seen
Formed by his nightmares as well as his dreams,
Outward signs of both good and evil thought
One cheaply purchased, the other dearly bought.