A reprobate meets his fate with surprisingly few regrets.
I'm not happy or finished with this one. I'll come back to it in March. Needs work. But on to the next. If you recognize lines or phrases, I stole them from the greats.
How I lived! Said I
Every man who's plowed the waves
Through salty brine o'er watery graves
Thinks though condemned he's been forgave
Enobled by tales of the brave
I rathered face uncertain seas
Then the storms that rage at home for me
Rat after rat on the rails they'd flee
Why does he stay they'd look at me
My sword was never in its sheath
The wenches swam out to greet me
Vile days and nights there'd be
Drunk debauched depravity
Though I thought my timbers to be sound
Avast at last I've run aground
With no safe harbor to be found
that cur-sed cur-sed thought I've drowned
So soon I'll slip beneath the sea
A coral bed awaits for me
Last thoughts of shore and happy family
Though it never was nor will be
The time is gone to talk of things
Of ships and fools who thought them king
One last sunset darkness bring
Oh death oh death where is thy sting
No priest my myriad sins confide
An albatros comes floating by
Alas! Alas! Alas! He died!
But I lived! I lived! How I lived! said I
@timfatchen Feb 2022
Yep, I see the roughies, but I think you should work on this post-FAWM. But the tale is rousing in its own way, and that last couple is the whole redemption! Don't change a word of it!