Hammocks hamper an oceans intent
To disturb a slumbering crew.
Moonlight shatters over the East
To guide them through the blue.

The cabin walls of woven timber
Moaning in the swell.
The Captain sleeps on rustic papers
Creased like cockle shells.

Our hero, Crow, sits on his nest.
Discussing with the stars
How a world with all this peace
Could not result in war.

Constellations slowly recede.
Tides rise with the sun.
And withered clouds of discontent
Sprinkle the horizon.

And so the skies revealed to Crow
That darkness follows light.
The deepest trenches end in shores
So death must end in life.

At this, our hero killed the crew.
The silence was his blade.
He sank the ship before the storm
Took the friends he'd made.

The waves dragged the ship and men
To their heaven in the depths.
They rest in peace forever more
As in life, in death.