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Cormac O'Rourke Jun 2013
A mighty captain of the sea
Died to give his life to thee
For when his hull hit foreign sand
Twas fear to heart 'n' sword to hand.

With fingers wrapped around the grip
We waited soundly on our ship
For soul and red to rise and fall
Some sank low and some stood tall

And in the distance, through the night
Stood a villain clad in white
Ghostly locks float on the wind
Never would he feel again

And so we cast the first move
A caustic explosion, Mount Vesuv'
Walls crash and buildings break
But let me show you what's at stake

The most beautiful princess you've ever seen
Such of a sweet angelic dream
We sailed the seven seas, her eyes
To bring her home, to tie the ties

And here now we can leave her not
Alone in a dungeon cell to rot
Into battle we must go
Through the deep and dark unknown

We opened fire round for round
On the deathly quiet town
The people fell in disbelief
While others bled to death in sleep

We searched the buildings through and through
In frantic worried search for you
So when we didn't see you there
To the boat, now through the wear

So there the captain of the ship
Climbed down the stairs and off the slip
Trigger finger, gun in hand
As his boots dug in the sand

And soon enough in the night
Would he meet the man in white
For he is not the only one
Who will not make it to the sun

Their eyes met at the door
A bullet sang and hit the floor
The man of white collapsing dead
His christlike clothes sang of deep autumn red

And on crept the captain still
Up the stairs, against the gunfire's trill

To look for a princess dressed in teal
Cormac O'Rourke Jun 2013
I see you as I ride home
can I take you home
I said how do you do
you said stick around
I wish you could kiss my lips
and stain them of red
beneath the satin covers
of your soft bed

sweetest of entities
within my dreams
locked inside the confines
of our speed
almost asleep
when i heard you speak
of a cylindrical world
inside your sleep
Cormac O'Rourke Jun 2013
She moans like the wind
I'm in and out like the waves,
Like a violent storm
Our love cannot be tamed,
The ceilings lit up
With stars from outer space,
On the grass floor
You shiver and you shake.
Cormac O'Rourke Jun 2013
You're arms are stained
Like my carpet.
Wine spills onto your wrist
Like my carpet.
Your skin is as soft as the moon's light
Like my carpet.

But unlike my carpet,
You cannot be replaced.

— The End —