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The Scarlet Sail

Twas a breaking virgin morn
Some yesteryear ago
Restless silver waves
Bedecked in Sunrise glow
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The vessel lay at anchor
Just off the sandbar there
Majestic in her glory
Beauteous and fair
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Her sails were trimmed in scarlet
Her oarsmen stout and strong
Her bow was ever faithful
Her stern ‘ner veered to wrong
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The pride of the King’s battalion
Came prancing on the shore
His lustful eye beheld her
His hand upon his sword
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The breeze blew fair that morn
As she sought to take her leave
But every soul on board
Was doomed that day to grieve
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Now the captain loved his crew
Who, loyal, served him well
For long they’d sailed together
Beneath that scarlet sail
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Thus to this great isle
They’d anchored in the night
With thoughts of food and water
To fill their hold come light
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Now the King was a mighty warrior
But ruthless in his greed
For all within his borders
Were forced to pay or bleed
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His Commander eyed her trimmings
And with fury spurred his stallion
Before the day found ending
He swore to have that galleon
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With boastful pride he reckoned
To plunder all her treasure
And as the palace beckoned
He fancied his King’s pleasure
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Into the great hall
Before the High King
Strutting forth to kneel;
Saluting as he bowed,
Before the Royal heel

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He gave what he had witnessed
His report of the scarlet sail
His king did not dismiss
Mere nodded, “Go, prevail.”
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Now armed with his battalion
Returned the lustful captain
While there upon the shoreline
The oarsmen beached their rafting
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Their captain in their midst
Fair son of a noble brow
Glory shone about him
A’ landing in the bow
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Then came a mighty war cry
And hooves upon the beach
The oarsmen’s furied eyes
Sought weapons out of reach
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The slaughter gave no quarter
And many fell that day
There beside the water
As hellions had their way
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The captain fell the hardest
His head a trophy banner
To bring forth to the King
Displayed in proper manner
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With leisure and with laughter
Returned the bloodied battalion
As reddened waves, became the graves
Of the crew of the mighty galleon
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Into the great hall
Before the High King
Strutted the Commander,
forth to kneel;
Saluting as he bowed,
Before the Royal heel
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He gave what he had witnessed
His report of the scarlet sail
His king did not dismiss
Mere nodded, “It is well”
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A feast of fair delight
For every soldier there
Came calling each that night
To glean their hero’s share
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And there before the King
Assured of his reward
His Commander raised the glorious head
So mangled by his sword
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The King was struck to life
And silent fell the hall
For wrathful was his visage
And terrible his gall
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His narrowed eyes a' widened
He half rose from his throne
His cup slipped from his fingers
His face no longer stone
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The pride of the Kings battalion
Smiling, smirking there
Began to feel a shudder
And Fate pronounced: “Beware”
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A wail first faintly heard
Began to grow and pierce
And tears streamed down the face
Of the Royal King so fierce
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A chill ripped every soul
And the hall became a tomb
For many elder there
Bore witness in that room
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For there within the fist
Of the pride of the King’s battalion
Hung the head of the High King’s son:
Captain of the galleon
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No soul escaped his fury
That had taken part that day
For Commander and battalion
Were ordered to be flayed
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Twas a breaking virgin morn
Some yesteryear ago
Restless silver waves
Bedecked in Sunrise glow
~
The vessel lay at anchor
Just off the sandbar there
Majestic in her glory
Beauteous and fair
~
Her sails were trimmed in scarlet
Her oarsmen stout and strong
Her bow was ever faithful
Her stern ‘ner veered to wrong
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The pride of the King’s battalion
Was butchered on the shore
His screams prevailed him not
And blood began to pour
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And there just off the sandbar
The ghostly galleon swayed
As the spirits there that manned her
Beheld their henchmen flayed
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And when the moon was risen
Beneath it’s silvery light
The scarlet sail took wind
And sailed into the night

Author: Caitlin MacLintock ~aka~Maid of Iron

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