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 our sweet 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