The Serpent of Deluna Bay
Who spied it in her looking glass,
And cried for all the deck to hear,
"The monster, men, it's here, it's here!"
And lo! betwixt the yawning wakes
Arose a creature that would shake
The hardest crew to ocean spray:
The Serpent of Deluna Bay.
Its eyes are slits the size of masts,
Its scales as if of iron cast,
Its fangs the end of every boat
That slides into its acid throat.
"Don't let it fly," our captain barked,
"And we shall have its hide by dark.
We'll cut its scales for evening dress,
And from its flesh, we'll lamp oil press."
The first mate
"Quick, boys, the sails,"
***
And here the story would go on
Into a fascinating yarn
About how our fine crew would slay
The Serpent of Deluna Bay,
How on the fearless captain drives
His ship and risks his sailors' lives
For some quite dearly treasured snake
That slumbered in these turgid wakes,
How in the final battle scene,
The ship caught beast and storm between,
Young Iron Jess would make the blow
That'd bring this wondrous creature low,
How on and on the crew would cheer,
Except for Jess, who'd shed a tear
For monsters grand felled by her hand,
How our dear cap'n would understand,
How on the solemn journey back,
He'd tell her of the moistened smacks
Of bodies that once lay on deck,
And so, drop into angsty dreck,
And how a moment they would share,
A strong, but wounded, seaward pair,
A lovely image you can bet
Would drift into a warm sunset.
But other things I'd rather do,
And I am obligated to
Make good upon a promise made,
A year before, that cannot fade.
There was quite a bit of whiny verse after this, but I decided it would be better to edit it all out. See you Friday.
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