The Tide waits for no man but it will carry a note.
Anchor’s Oath drifts between folk lament and trap storm, tracing mutiny, broken vows, and the sea’s eternal indifference. Ghost laden verses, a hook that haunts; a message in a bottle, unread until it crashes back on the shore.
Part of Root Rot, Raiment, & Revelry | This is betrayal as ritual: bells toll for the drowned, promises sold like cargo, the hull groans under the weight of what was owed.
The Tide waits for no man
But it will carry a note
So drown your words in a bottle
The sea will read what you wrote
If your plea can wade through salt and silt
Walk the plank past wrecks that never reached shore
Be sure that should it make its way to the home you've built
They'll ask what the mutiny was for
You made them wait
Til you were torn from the cay
The ocean swelled knee-high in sway
It sent no letter
The timbers gave way
The tide turned tomorrow to clay
It signed your name
It bound your weight
A mast of shame
Beside an anchor
In salt and stain
The harbor lights are dim and cold
One bell tolls for souls that never made it home
When your ropes bit land once more
The tide was mocking the vows you broke
All the promises bartered and sold
One last haul to line your hold
Now the hull is filled with ghosts
Your lighthouse waits
With her eyes on the coast
Wishing out loud
For the sea to let go
The bottle breaks on harbor stone
The captain’s fate drifts on the anchor’s oath
You made them wait
Til you were torn from the quay
The ocean swelled knee-high in sway
It sent no letter
The timbers gave way
The tide turned tomorrow to clay
It signed your name
It bound your weight
A mast of shame
Beside an anchor
In salt and stain
