En-route a voyage
An oasis, a mirage
The ship sailed free
Like a flying flee

With a Beatles compass
Finding Yellow, Thee Columbus
Traveler’s paradise, glide
On the currents slide

As it leaves the shores
The Queen, like a lion roars
Head held mast high
There is but to do or die

On the deadliest catch
No foe, no match
Water hits the wings
Like a pecan, it swings

Unaware of what it holds
As the weapon –gilded envelope rolls
It sails like an eagle on the earth
On its flight of rebirth

For it has seen worse
As on Valar morghulis curse
But it sheds off its cold
Eager to see what Mother Nature for it holds

For the ship sails
With prayers and hails
For some battles are never won
But the show, it must go on

Someday it will reach
Barriers, it will breach
As stitch in time
Someday it will return, my precious dime

The voyage ain’t a crusade
This battleship, my fate
For I will rise again from the ashes
Like a phoenix, I fly, unleashing my lashes