Here I stand in this ship o’ mine named Sherry.
She was frail as a bone, more like a raft than a ship.
But she fares still and sails over the horizon.
I, her Captain, mans her often with thy courage that hastens her strength.
The greatest power that she attest is the courage of will, for her true strength is withstanding the storms that crushes her.
Sailors contrasts her from other mighty ships: Warships, Galleys, and so forth;
for mine is nothing but loose, nothing but a sailboat, a raft.
Still, she is a beaut. She is a ship, a Vessel Ship.
She is made to withstand storms and waves.
Sherry might be a common one, but she is built like none other.
Others boast of might and terror.
Sherry is a precious sight, it reminds me of what it is like to be a brave warrior,
battling the greatest war of all: Life.
She saw many come and go, but she sailed and prevailed.
Many a ship had sunk under the sea, whilst they waged war with Death, gripping the scythe that struck upon thee…
She may not be the most prized ship of all, but she is the fairest of them all.
Truly, she is fair, but she is the most divine.
Yet, even so, she is a warrior still.
She had scars that she had endured, she is mightier than a General.
I, the Sailor, is her General, and Sherry’s my trusted soldier.
We’ve soldiered on as many a deluge crushed us like a battered pulp.
Yet, and yet…
Here we lived on and endured, resisting the scars of our yesteryears.
Here we set our sights and anchored towards the port of mesmerizing overview of the heavenly paradise.
I must be apt, for this course is erratic, and paradise is not absolute.
This is the test of life, and I will answer it with grace and poise.
The day will come, that I’ll mark my course as I cross the tamed seas and be freed from the tremor of the deluge that imprisons me from my greatest feats: Valiance, Awe and Reason.
Here, I declare: I am free. Unshackled from the unreasonable perception of twisted time, and be a lost soul in this time being, where nothing is adhered to, and long gone, awash by the shore of oblivion.
For I am found, and not lost, wandering in the lost horizon…
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:10 AM UTC
Here I stand in this ship o’ mine named Sherry.
She was frail as a bone, more like a raft than a ship.
But she fares still and sails over the horizon.
I, her Captain, mans her often with thy courage that hastens her strength.
The greatest power that she attest is the courage of will, for her true strength is withstanding the storms that crushes her.
Sailors contrasts her from other mighty ships: Warships, Galleys, and so forth;
for mine is nothing but loose, nothing but a sailboat, a raft.
Still, she is a beaut. She is a ship, a Vessel Ship.
She is made to withstand storms and waves.
Sherry might be a common one, but she is built like none other.
Others boast of might and terror.
Sherry is a precious sight, it reminds me of what it is like to be a brave warrior,
battling the greatest war of all: Life.
She saw many come and go, but she sailed and prevailed.
Many a ship had sunk under the sea, whilst they waged war with Death, gripping the scythe that struck upon thee…
She may not be the most prized ship of all, but she is the fairest of them all.
Truly, she is fair, but she is the most divine.
Yet, even so, she is a warrior still.
She had scars that she had endured, she is mightier than a General.
I, the Sailor, is her General, and Sherry’s my trusted soldier.
We’ve soldiered on as many a deluge crushed us like a battered pulp.
Yet, and yet…
Here we lived on and endured, resisting the scars of our yesteryears.
Here we set our sights and anchored towards the port of mesmerizing overview of the heavenly paradise.
I must be apt, for this course is erratic, and paradise is not absolute.
This is the test of life, and I will answer it with grace and poise.
The day will come, that I’ll mark my course as I cross the tamed seas and be freed from the tremor of the deluge that imprisons me from my greatest feats: Valiance, Awe and Reason.
Here, I declare: I am free. Unshackled from the unreasonable perception of twisted time, and be a lost soul in this time being, where nothing is adhered to, and long gone, awash by the shore of oblivion.
For I am found, and not lost, wandering in the lost horizon…
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