SAVATAGE - THE BACKBONE STORY OF THE WAKE OF MAGELAN - THE STORM
There are only a few times that an artist or a band, can reach such high levels of artistic expression.
I feel really blessed to have grown with such state of the art milestones in poetry and music. A big part of myself and my personality as a grown up, thinking human being, is due to masterpieces like this one.
I wanted to write something about this masterpiece... but what is there to write more? This is one of the nicest stories ever told in a record and it is based in real life facts. This is it, this is the moment when art imitates life!
Awaken the spirit of Magellan...
WHEN THE NIGHT WILL GATHER DARKNESS AND BLACK CLOUDS UNADORNED ONLY POETS, DREAMS AND MADMEN WILL SAIL OUT INTO THE STORM
HIS LIFE WAS NEARLY OVER AS HE STOOD UPON THE BEACH THINKING ABOUT DEATH AND THE OCEAN WHILE STILL SAFELY OUT OF REACH
AND HE HELD THERE IN HIS HAND A WELL WORN HOURGLASS AND THOUGH THE SAND WAS STILL INSIDE SOON THIS TOO WOULD PASS
THEN HE KNELT TO TOUCH THE WATER WHERE THE WAVES WOULD GENTLY FALL THINKING HERE I TOUCH THE OCEAN AND THE OCEAN TOUCHES ALL
FOR FROM A LINE OF COUNTLESS SAILORS HE WAS THE LAST MAN OF HIS KIND AND THE WORLD HAD CHANGED AROUND HIM HE HAD NO MOUNTAINS LEFT TO CLIMB
AND HIS LAST NAME WAS MAGELLAN A DESCENDANT OF THE SAME OR SO HE SAID IN LATE NIGHT BARS THOUGH FEW BELIEVED HIS CLAIM
AND SO HE NOW TALKED WITH THE OCEAN AS HE HAD OFTEN DONE BEFORE BUT NOW THE WAVES SPOKE BACK TO HIM AS HE WALKED ALONG THE SHORE
FOR EIGHTY YEARS PLUS SEVEN HE HAD BEEN UPON THIS EARTH AND ALL OF THEM BUT EIGHT HE'D SPENT ON THAT OCEAN SINCE HIS BIRTH
BUT HE WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO WALKED ALONG THIS COAST THERE WAS A LADY OLD AND PALE TO SOME NEARLY A GHOST
SHE HAD ONCE BEEN A GREAT BEAUTY IT WAS RUMORED IN SOME BARS WHEN SHE'D LEFT HERE MANY YEARS BEFORE TO BECOME A MOVIE STAR
BUT EVERY WISH IS NOT TO BE AHH THIS IN TIME SHE LEARNED AND WHEN HER FINAL CHANCE HAD PASSED BACK HERE SHE HAD RETURNED
AND EVERYDAY AT SIX O'CLOCK SHE CAME TO A SMALL CAFE AND HAD HERSELF A GLASS OF WINE AND THEN SHE'D WALK AWAY
TO OTHERS SHE WAS GRAY AND OLD NOT THE BEAUTY SHE'D BEEN BEFORE BUT IT DID NOT MATTER WHAT SHE WAS WHAT MATTERED WAS WHAT HE SAW
AND SO FOR NEAR THREE YEARS NOW HE'D WATCH HER EVERYDAY AND THOUGH THEY ALWAYS WERE SO CLOSE HE FELT SO FAR AWAY
FOR HE COULD NEVER QUITE ARRANGE THE WORDS INSIDE HIS MIND THAT HE COULD SAY TO MAKE HER STAY AND HE WAS RUNNING OUT OF TIME
HE COULD NOT FIND THE WORDS TO SAY TO SUCH A WORK OF DREAMS AND SO HE WATCHED HER WALK AWAY AND ALWAYS STAYED UNSEEN
SO HE NOW TURNED TO THE OCEAN SAYING IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE AND THE OCEAN NEVER SAID A WORD THOUGH IN TRUTH SHE DISAGREED
AND ON THE SAND BEFORE HIM WHILE THE WAVES BROKE GENTLY WHITE THE OCEAN LISTENED CAREFULLY AS HE TOLD HER OF HIS LIFE
I HAVE BEEN AROUND THE WORLD I'VE PURSUED THE MOON IN FLIGHT I HAVE READ THE WORDS OF SHAKESPEARE BY A MIDNIGHT ARCTIC LIGHT
I HAVE RUN BETWEEN THE DRAGON'S TEETH AND LIVED TO TELL THE TAIL I HAVE DANCED ACROSS A STARDUST SKY AND NEVER LEFT A TRAIL
I'VE SEEN THINGS FEW COULD IMAGINE AND I NEVER WILL FORGET BUT I'VE NEVER HAD A FAMILY AND THIS I DO REGRET
NOW ALL I'VE LOVED HAVE GONE BEFORE ME AND OF THE FUTURE I HAVE GREAT DOUBTS AND THOUGH IT SEEMS I STILL HAVE TIME LEFT I NOW FEEL TIME I CAN DO WITHOUT
AND I HAVE WONDERED TO MYSELF WHY SHOULD DEATH SET ITS OWN TIME IS IT JUST A FINAL JEST FROM FATE TO ADD ONTO HER OTHER CRIMES?
FOR I HAVE NO WISH TO WAIT AROUND WHILE ALL MY SENSES FADE AND ONE BY ONE RETURN THE GIFTS THAT YOUTH SO FREELY GAVE
WIRED TO SOME COLD MACHINE THAT MAPS MY EVERY BREATH AND SIGNALS AT THE PROPER TIME LESS THEY SHOULD MISS MY DEATH
AND ALL THIS SERVICE I SUSPECT IS LESS DONE BY GOODWILL THAN BY THE FEAR THAT THEY SHOULD MISS A FINAL CHANCE TO BILL
SO I'VE DECIDED TO LEAVE THIS WORLD AND HAVE DEVISED A PLAN TO SAIL TO SEA IN A SMALL BOAT WELL OUT OF SIGHT OF LAND
TO SAIL ONCE MORE UPON THE DEEP LIKE A VIKING TO HIS RESTING PLACE THEN SLIP FOREVER NEATH THE WAVES AN EXIT WITH SOME GRACE
AND THE SHIP SHALL BE MY COFFIN ON THIS LAST VOYAGE THAT I TAKE AND MY TRAIL LEFT THROUGH THE WATER WILL BE MY FINAL WAKE
I HAVE DONE MORE THAN THOUGHT ABOUT THIS ON MY LIFE I'VE CLOSED EVERY DOOR I HAVE LEFT A WILL BESIDE MY BED AND THE BOAT IS THERE OFFSHORE
AND ALL I ASK IS YOUR ASSISTANCE WHEN THAT SHIP IS WELL AWAY FROM THE LAND THAT YOU SEND A STORM TO EMBRACE US AND TAKE US GENTLY IN YOUR HAND
WHEN HE HAD FINISHED SPEAKING SOME POINTS THE OCEAN DID CONCEDE BUT WHEN HE SAID HIS FINAL WORD SHE ONCE MORE DISAGREED
I'LL THINK ABOUT THIS IF I MAY I NEED NOT RUSH THE TIDE FOR IN THIS WORLD OF TOO LITTLE TIME THERE'S ALWAYS TIME TO DIE
YOU SEEM SO EAGER TO END THIS LIFE AND WITH YOUR DEATH TO DANCE THAT YOU IGNORED HIS PUTRID BREATH
NOW PERFUMED WITH ROMANCE
THE SAILOR SAID YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE NEEDS OR WANTS OF MEN SO I'LL ASK YOU ONCE MORE FOR YOUR HELP AND I SHALL NOT ASK AGAIN
THEN THE OCEAN PULLED HER WAVES BACK AND BECKONED HIM STAND NEAR AND WHEN HE HAD STEPPED CLOSER SHE WHISPERED IN HIS EAR
THAT EVERY MAN IS BORN YOU SEE BENEATH THE SWORD DAMOCLES
FOR YOUNG AND OLD ARE ALL ALIVE ON THAT NEXT BEAT ON WHICH WE RIDE
AND THAT BEAT IS SUCH A FRAGILE THING IN BOTH OLD MEN OR YOUTHFUL KING
AND THAT BEAT STANDS ALL ALONE YOU SEE BETWEEN US AND BLACK ETERNITY
AND THOUGH DEATH IS SURELY EACH MAN'S FATE
UNTIL THAT TIME LET EACH MAN WAIT
SO BE CAREFUL AS YOU GO THROUGH LIFE WHAT YOU ROMANTICIZE I FIND SUCH THINGS ARE RARELY TRUE AND FAR MORE RARELY WISE
THE SAILOR THEN LISTENED CAREFULLY AND EVERY THOUGHT WAS FILED AND THOUGH HE WAS STILL NOT QUITE CONVINCED HE AGREED TO WAIT AWHILE
AND MEANWHILE FURTHER DOWN THE BEACH THERE STOOD A YOUNGER MAN AND HE TOO FELT THE SAND OF TIME WAS RUNNING THROUGH HIS HANDS
BUT THIS YOUTH FELT THEY RAN TOO FAST AS HE STOOD NEAR A RUSTING DOCK AND HEARD THE WAVES MARKING TIME LIKE SOME RELENTLESS CLOCK
HE FELT HIS FUTURE WAS NOT HERE OF THIS HE HAD NO DOUBT AND EVEN THOUGH HE WAS EIGHTEEN HIS TIME WAS RUNNING OUT
NOW HIS THOUGHTS GAVE WAY TO ANGER AND HE LOUDLY CURSED AT FATE THAT IN A WORLD OF OPPORTUNITIES THAT HE WAS DOOMED TO WAIT
THAT HIS LIFE COULD BE PREDESTINED
TO BE STUCK HERE ON THIS SHORE HE COULD NOT MAKE HIMSELF BELIEVE THAT THERE WAS NOTHING MORE
AND AS HE STOOD THERE CURSING FATE FOR MAKING LIFE SO HARD IT SEEMED THAT FATE HAD LISTENED FOR SHE DEALT ANOTHER CARD
FOR ARRIVING IN THE HARBOUR SILHOUETTED AGAINST THE SKY WAS A SHIP BOUND FOR AMERICA AND HER NAME, "MAERSK DUBAI"
AND SO WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS LOOKING AND THE SHIP WAS SAFELY MOORED HE WAITED FOR HIS MOMENT THEN HE QUICKLY SNUCK ON BOARD
THEN HE FOUND HIMSELF A HIDING PLACE BETWEEN TWO CRATES OF IRON WARE AND AS FOR DISTANT AMERICA IN HIS MIND HE WAS ALREADY THERE
BUT WHAT HE WAS UNAWARE OF AS THEY SAILED AWAY FROM SHORE WAS THAT THERE WERE OTHER STOWAWAYS AND HE WAS ONE OF FOUR
AND MEANWHILE THE OLD SAILOR HAD WALKED RIGHT PAST THAT PIER WHILE STILL CONVERSING WITH THE OCEAN ON THE STRENGTHS OF HIS IDEA
AND AS HE WALKED HE CAME UPON
A YOUTH HE THOUGHT ASLEEP BUT THE OCEAN SAID THAT HE WAS NOT AND BRUSHED A WAVE AGAINST HIS FEET
AND WHEN THE YOUNG MAN DIDN'T STIR BUT LAY QUITE STILL INSTEAD THE SAILOR TOOK A CLOSER LOOK AND SAW THAT HE WAS DEAD
AND ALL AROUND THE BODY WAS SOMETHING HE HAD NEVER SEEN LITTLE CELLOPHANE PACKAGES MARKED "BLACKJACK GUILLOTINE"
AND SO HE ASKED THE OCEAN WHAT THESE STRANGE PACKETS WERE AND SHE ANSWERED THEY HELD THE HEROIN THAT IN HIS BLOOD THE YOUTH HAD STIRRED
AND IT IS CERTAINLY A SIGN THAT THINGS HAVE GOTTEN OUT OF HAND WHEN ONE CAN PURCHASE ONES OWN DEATH AND CHOOSE IT BY THE BRAND
THE SAILOR ASKED HOW SO YOUNG A MAN COULD HAVE FALLEN INTO SUCH A TRAP AND THE OCEAN SAID THE FIRST TIME WAS WITH A FRIEND WHO NOW CAN'T TAKE IT BACK
IT WAS A FRIENDLY GESTURE AS THEY ALL CLAIM AT THE TIME WHEN THAT FRIEND OR KINDLY STRANGER FREE OF CHARGE GAVE HIM HIS FIRST LINE
TO HARM THIS BOY THEY'RE SURE TO SAY WAS NEVER OUR INTENT AND WE WERE AS SHOCKED AS ANYONE WITH JUST HOW FAR HE WENT
HE NEVER THOUGHT IT DANGEROUS AS HE STUCK IT IN HIS VEIN THAT A NEEDLE THAT HAD SEEMED SO SHORT COULD REACH STRAIGHT INTO HIS BRAIN
IT WAS UPON THIS VERY BEACH THAT HIS FIRST LINE WAS TRIED AND WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT WAY BACK THEN THAT HERE IS WHERE HE'D DIE
IF THESE WORDS SEEM REPETITIOUS AND THE SUBJECT BEATEN DEAD THE REASON THAT I STILL SAY IT IS IT STILL NEEDS TO BE SAID
THEN THE SAILOR PICKED A COAT UP THAT HAD BEEN LAYING THERE AND PLACED IT OVER THE BODY AND THEN HE SAID A LITTLE PRAYER
AND THE OCEAN BROUGHT IN ON A WAVE AN OLD WATERLOGGED WREATH AND PUSHED IT UP ALONG THE SAND TILL IT TOUCHED THE DEAD MAN'S FEET
AND WRITTEN ON THAT WREATH IN LETTERS OF GOLD FOIL WAS THE NAME VERONICA GUERIN BUT THE LETTERS WERE BENT AND SOILED
THE SAILOR SAID I SEE THESE FLOWERS THAT YOU SO KINDLY GAVE ARE OBVIOUSLY FROM FAR AWAY AND FROM ANOTHER'S GRAVE
AND I CANNOT HELP BUT TO THINK THE SAILOR GENTLY SAID THAT IT'S UNWISE IN GOD EYES TO STEAL FLOWERS FROM THE DEAD
THE OCEAN SAID PLEASE TRUST ME FRIEND THIS GIFT WILL CAUSE NO PAIN AND THE PERSON TO WHOM THEY ONCE BELONGED WOULD SURELY SAY THE SAME
YOU SEE THIS WREATH WAS FROM THE FUNERAL OF A WOMAN WHO SHOWED NO FEAR OF MEN WHO LIVED IN MANSIONS BOUGHT WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S TEARS
OF MEN WHO LIVED IN MANSIONS BOUGHT WITH BITS OF OTHERS LIVES WHO AT NIGHT STILL HUGGED THEIR CHILDREN AND BROUGHT GIFTS HOME TO THEIR WIVES
WITH MONEY MADE FROM HEROIN AND PACKETS OF COCAINE AND IF A BUYER OVERDOSED THEY NEVER FELT THE PAIN
THERE WERE MANY FLOWERS AT HER FUNERAL BUT NONE FOR THIS BOY I FEAR SO THE WIND HAS BLOWN THIS WREATH TO ME AND I HAVE BROUGHT IT HERE
SHE GAVE HER LIFE TO STOP THE SPREAD OF DRUGS AMONG HER KIND AND IF WE LEAVE THESE FLOWERS FOR THIS BOY I'M SURE SHE WOULDN'T MIND
THEN THE SAILOR TURNED AROUND AND WALKED BACK ALONG THE BEACH TOWARDS THE BOAT ANCHORED OFFSHORE FOR HIS DECISION HAD BEEN REACHED
HE THEN SAT DOWN ON THE SAND THINKING OF ALL HED SEEN THAT DAY AND THEN DECIDED IN HIS MIND IT WAS TIME TO SAIL AWAY
FOR THE WORLD THAT I WAS BORN TO CLEARLY NO LONGER EXISTS AND THE FEELING I SHOULD LEAVE IT I CAN NO LONGER RESIST
AND AS HE SAT THERE THINKING A MOTHER AND HER CHILD WALKED BY AND THE OLD SAILOR'S HOURGLASS HAD CAUGHT THE YOUNG BOY'S EYE
SO HE WALKED UP TO THE STRANGER AS ONLY A YOUNG CHILD WILL DO TO ASK IF HE COULD SEE THE HOURGLASS BUT THEN HE NOTICED SOMETHING NEW
THAT THE OLD MAN HE WAS CRYING THOUGH HE TRIED TO WIPE HIS EYES
SO THE CHILD FORGOT THE HOURGLASS AND INSTEAD ASKED THE OLD MAN WHY
BUT BEFORE THE SAILOR COULD ANSWER THE MOTHER SAID TO LEAVE THE MAN ALONE AND TAKING THE CHILD BY THE HAND SHE GENTLY LED HIM HOME
AND AS THEY LEFT THE BEACH THE SAND RECORDED BOTH THEIR TRACKS UNTIL THEY REACHED THE FINAL DUNE WHEN THE YOUNG CHILD HE LOOKED BACK
THEN HE SAW THE SAILOR STANDING UP THE GLASS FALLING FROM HIS HAND WHEN IT HIT THE GROUND THE TOP BROKE OFF AND SPILLED OUT ALL ITS SAND
THEN THE SAILOR WALKED UP TO THE SEA AND WADED TO THE BOAT BUT INSTEAD OF PULLING UP THE ANCHOR HE SIMPLY CUT THE ROPE
AND THE LAST THING THAT THE CHILD SAW AS THEY WALKED OUT OF SIGHT WAS THE SAILOR AND HIS SAILBOAT SAILING OUT INTO THE NIGHT
EACH MAN HAS A SOUL THAT STRUGGLES TO ESCAPE AND IN THE SHALLOWS OF HIS DREAMS WE CAN OFTEN SEE ITS WAKE
FOR WE ALL HAVE OUR SECRETS THAT WE ALL KEEP DEEP INSIDE
AWAY FROM LIGHT, IN DARKEST NIGHT WHERE IT'S ALWAYS SAFE TO HIDE
AWAY FROM ALL THAT WE SHOULD MEET LESS SOMEONE ELSE SHOULD SHARE THAT THING THAT HIDES INSIDE OUR SOUL THAT WE PRAY WAS NEVER THERE
AND OUT UPON THAT OCEAN A LIFETIME FROM THE SHORE MIGUEL STOOD HIS NIGHT WATCH RECALLING EVERYTHING HE SAW
FOR HE WAS A DECKHAND ABOARD THE "MAERSK DUBAI" HE HAD SAILED HER ROUND THE WORLD FROM HAMBURG TO SENDAI
BUT THIS TRIP HAD BEEN DIFFERENT MORE THAN ANY HE HAD KNOWN FOR ON BOARD THERE WAS AN EVIL AND THE EVIL HAD BEEN SHOWN
FOR HALFWAY THROUGH THIS VOYAGE THEY HAD FOUND TWO STOWAWAYS THAT THE CAPTAIN HAD THROWN IN THE SEA AND LEFT THEM TO THE WAVES
AND WHEN HE TRIED TO CLOSE HIS EYES AND PRETEND HE DID NOT KNOW THE EVIL DID NOT GO AWAY BUT USED THE TIME TO GROW
FOR LATER ON THAT SAME TRIP THEY FOUND A STOWAWAY ONCE AGAIN
BUT THE CAPTAIN SOON MET THIS ONE TOO AND BROUGHT HIM TO THE SAME COLD END
HE WONDERED WHAT THAT BOY THOUGHT INSIDE BEFORE THAT FINAL SLEEP WHEN WATER WAS ALL THAT WAS AROUND AND HIS LUNGS HAD SCREAMED BREATHE DEEP
HE WONDERED WHAT WENT THROUGH HIS MIND AS HE GASPED FOR AIR AND THE LAST MOMENT WHEN HE PRAYED FOR HELP TO FIND NOBODY THERE
HE WONDERED TO HIMSELF IF HE COULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO STAND UP AT THAT MOMENT AND SAY THIS CANNOT BE DONE
TO STAND UP TO THE CAPTAIN AND SAY THIS THING IT CANNOT BE BUT THERE IS NOTHING CLOSER TO GOD ON EARTH THAN A CAPTAIN ON THE SEA
AND HE WAS JUST A DECKHAND WITH NO RIGHT TO PLEAD THE CASE OF THIS STRANGER IN THEIR MIDST AND SO HE KEPT HIS PLACE
AND WHAT IS DONE IS DONE AND UNDONE CANNOT BE AND SO HE PUSHED IT FROM HIS MIND AND STARED OUT ACROSS THE SEA
AFTER A NIGHT OF LITTLE SLEEP
HE OPENED THE GANGWAY DOOR AND FELT HIS WORLD COLLAPSING NOT BELIEVING WHAT HE SAW
FOR THERE WITH HANDS ABOVE HIS HEAD WAS A FOURTH STOWAWAY TRYING TO SURRENDER NOT KNOWING THE PRICE HE WOULD PAY
MIGUEL KNEW HE MUST ACT QUICKLY IF THE LAD WAS TO HAVE ANY HOPE SO HE POINTED TO THE CAPTAIN AND RAN A FINGER CROSS HIS THROAT
AND THOUGH HE SPOKE LITTLE ENGLISH THE STOWAWAY SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND AND FOLLOWED MIGUEL TO A HIDING SPOT AND PLACED HIS LIFE INTO HIS HANDS
AFTER MANY DAYS IN FEAR THEY SAFELY REACHED THE PORT AND THERE THE STOWAWAY WAS SET FREE AND THE CAPTAIN BROUGHT TO COURT
BUT THEN THINGS TOOK AN EVIL TWIST AND JUSTICE SEEMED TO FAIL FOR MIGUEL WAS HELD AS A REFUGEE AND THE CAPTAIN FREED ON BAIL
AND THE COMPANY OF THE MAERSK DUBAI BROUGHT LAWYERS BY THE PACK WHO WOULD SEARCH FOR TECHNICALITIES TO LET THE CASE SLIP THROUGH THE CRACKS
SO WHILE THE LAWYERS SEARCH FOR LOOPHOLES MIGUEL STILL SITS AND WAITS IN SOME SMALL ROOM, HIS FUTURE RUINED WHILE JUSTICE HESITATES
AND I WONDER WHAT THE CAPTAIN THINKS EACH EVENING IN HIS BED AND IF HE SHARES HIS DREAMS AT NIGHT WITH THE RECENT DEAD
FOR CAPTAIN THERE WILL BE A DAY WHEN YOUR SOUL WILL WASH UP ON HEAVEN'S SHORE I PRAY THAT WHEN YOU REACH THAT DAY THAT GOD'S MERCY IS MORE THAN YOURS
AND SOMETIMES IN THE EVENING MIGUEL WILL TAKE LONG WALKS AND LIKE THE OLD SAILOR BEFORE HIM WITH THE OCEAN HE WILL TALK
AND AS HE WALKS ALONG HE BREATHES IN THE OCEAN'S MORPHINE MIST AND LOOKING ONCE MORE ACROSS THE NIGHT DARES THE STARS TO GRANT A WISH
AND AS HE WALKED AWAY HE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT THIRD STOWAWAY ONCE MORE AND WONDERED IF THE BODY HAD WASHED UP UPON SOME FAR AND DISTANT SHORE
OR IF IT SANK DOWN THROUGH THE DEPTHS OF COLD REALITY TO REST UPON THE OCEAN FLOOR FOR ALL ETERNITY
FOR AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA THE DEAD DO NOT FEEL PAIN AND NEATH THE OCEAN MADE OF TEARS THEY NEVER FEAR THE RAIN
BUT WHAT HAD REALLY HAPPENED WAS A STRANGER TWIST OF FATE THAT THE DECKHAND WAS TO NEVER KNOW BUT TO YOU I WILL RELATE
BUT WHAT THE SAILOR DID NOT KNOW AND WOULD NEVER LEARN WAS ON THAT BEACH NOW FAR AWAY THE YOUNG CHILD HAD RETURNED
AND FINDING THE BROKEN HOURGLASS HE RESET IT UPRIGHT THEN PLACED SAND FROM THE BEACH INSIDE AND PLACED THE LID ON TIGHT
THEN EXAMINING HIS HANDIWORK HE LEFT IT IN THE SAND AND THEN HE QUICKLY RAN BACK HOME THINKING GOD WOULD UNDERSTAND
NOW OUR STORY'S NEARLY OVER AND WE'VE REACHED THE FINAL SCENE BUT WE'RE SURE THAT SOME HAVE WONDERED WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN-BETWEEN
FROM THE MOMENT WHEN THE BOY WAS SAVED AND THEIR BOAT HAD REACHED THE SHORE WELL, THEY TALKED ABOUT LIFE AND DEATH
AND PERHAPS A LITTLE MORE
THE BOY SAID HE'D BEEN A STOWAWAY ABOARD THE "MAERSK DUBAI" WHEN THE CAPTAIN HAD HIM THROWN TO THE SEA AND LEFT HIM THERE TO DIE
AT THIS THE OLD SAILOR HAD STOOD UP HIS FACE NOW FILLED WITH RAGE AND SWORE THAT HE WOULD NEVER REST UNTIL THAT CAPTAIN HAD BEEN CAGED
BUT THE BOY IMPLORED THE SAILOR THAT HE NOT SAY A WORD BECAUSE HE WAS AN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT AND AS OF RECENTLY HE'D HEARD
THAT GOING TO THE AUTHORITIES COULD OFTEN BE UNWISE WHEN ONE'S PAPER WERE ILLEGAL THE POLICE JUST MIGHT NOT SYMPATHIZE
SO WHEN THEY REACHED THE HARBOR WITH THEIR JOURNEY AT AN END HE LEFT THE BOY ON ANOTHER SHIP WHOSE CAPTAIN WAS A FRIEND
AND WHEN HE SAW IT PULL TO SEA AND WAS ONCE MORE ALL ALONE HE LEANED AGAINST THE TILLER AND TURNED HIS SHIP BACK HOME
EVENTUALLY HE REACHED THAT BEACH HE'D LEFT THE NIGHT BEFORE
THEN STEPPED A LAST TIME FROM THE BOAT AND WADED TO THE SHORE
THEN THE OLD MAN PICKED THE GLASS UP THAT HE HAD LEFT BEHIND AND HEADED FOR THE SMALL CAFE FOR IT WAS NEARLY TIME
AND THE OCEAN WATCHED HIM LEAVING TO FIND HIS LADY FAIR AND AS HE LEFT HE HEARD HER LAST WORDS DRIFTING IN THE AIR
THAT EVERY MAN IS BORN YOU SEE BENEATH THE SWORD DAMOCLES
FOR YOUNG AND OLD ARE ALL ALIVE ON THAT NEXT BEAT ON WHICH WE RIDE
AND THAT BEAT IS SUCH A FRAGILE THING IN BOTH OLD MEN OR YOUTHFUL KING
AND THAT BEAT STANDS ALL ALONE YOU SEE BETWEEN US AND BLACK ETERNITY
AND UNTIL THAT TIME
WHEN DEATH WON'T WAIT LET EACH MAN RAGE AGAINST HIS FATE
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