See the splinter oak fly
two more powder monkeys fall
40 guns fire 10 and 20 pounders
ripping into their sails
Yet Nelson our captain
now fades yards away
our admired admiral
our king of the seas
Below decks you choke in smoke
the gunners mouths black as tar
the ball runners hands
are burnt to cinders
A volley of shots ring out
hit we are mid decks
yet another few fall
and Lord Nelson is dead
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
See the splinter oak fly
two more powder monkeys fall
40 guns fire 10 and 20 pounders
ripping into their sails
Yet Nelson our captain
now fades yards away
our admired admiral
our king of the seas
Below decks you choke in smoke
the gunners mouths black as tar
the ball runners hands
are burnt to cinders
A volley of shots ring out
hit we are mid decks
yet another few fall
and Lord Nelson is dead
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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