Mariner's cutlass

Like Jason and The Argonauts,
It is treasure and plunder that we sought,
in the end it was our destiny
as failures to rot in the sea.
Sea faring into the gale we prepare
to sail forever more on the galley forged by my hands,
we are deplored. The Four winds
taunting and the guiding lights
amidst embarking on a voyage
enshrouded in forbidding mists,
clenching our wrists, clenching our fists.
(Chorus)
“From the North we
hear the calling yet the Cardinal
that once flew, is dashed a
strew with it’s crimson feathers
descending upon the beguiled crew”.
“We are a few ... Damned, is it
me or is it you?” Hear my plea
maidens of the deep, Ministers
of Sedition; I’ll demonstrate this decree,
I will throw his body into the seas (Feasting on his royal flesh
with no heed to his “designation”), we are searching for a prosperous
destination. Destitution is plaguing our realm, but by the
mast we are bound.
(Chorus)
“” Standing, here, before Neptune’s
bounteous abode, nautical beings
rise from the sea screaming
mutiny “ Why do I clench this ivory hilt?
This was the vision I once
dreamed to build” Ravishing the
commander with thy blade it was I who was saved.