THE LAST VOYAGE

High on the majestic one
Over the wide deep blue
Where no galley fleet tread
and stray ships pass by
Who then is such sea-god
The one that would save us
From the sail that’s gone loose
Or the death that trail us
Leading our neck to noose
In the comfort of the foes’ gallows
Is this the time of abundance
Or just another spoil divided up

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