The dreams are upon me again
With impossible seas filled to the brim
With equally impossible things
With preposterous amounts of teeth
Hereto, I command an immortal ship and all ten hands on deck
Standing abreast with the finest men
Each thick headed and hell bent on seeing this through for reasons all their own
Patching the sails with the shirts off their back; I need not sail alone
The highest crests will fall like the rest
Under our battered hull
The beast-filled troughs, our bow will cross
Atop their cartilage skulls
The chill of the wind carries the hymn of things sounding disappointingly human
I'm quick to remind my men to ignore these beauties with green skin
A sure sign their blood is too thin
Singing lampreys will suck you dry
The highest crests will fall like the rest
Under our battered hull
The beast-filled troughs, our bow will cross
Atop their cartilage skulls
This sea has no end
Each of you will give in
Only a matter of time before I bring you all bliss