Jul 25, 2024
"We'll be alright.." – Chip, Just Roll With It, 1510.
We'll be alright, lost sailor said.
Haunted and tainted and torn.
We'll win this fight, lost sailor said,
Ripped and weathered and worn.
With tattered coat of gold and red,
He lived a pirate's scorn.
Now cold he lie, on palace floor,
Broken and mangy and dead.
The queen of time, she forsaw it all.
Spider spinning the thread of fate,
When he was let in, right through her doors,
She knew his path; destined to fall.
Forever mourning those lost to the tides,
A lively crew he once led.
Now dead he stand, on blackened shore.
Broken and mangy and dead.