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Khayr Ad-Din's Venetian Galleasses
We sailed the seas for thirty days
In wait of carronades and
Sacred goddesses,
The sunspots striking torrid rays
Of razored light, in ways
Suspect of treachery.
And when it rained the skies turned black
As ravens' wings, or the lack
Of which to fly on.
We set our roots in thankful ground,
Never traversed or found
By any pilot.
And it was to pass,
As all events we came upon
And the discoveries we sought.
The rain would end and fears would mend;
No more.
But commodore's hopes turned to ire.
The corsair showed his fiery
Scarlet face,
Ablaze yet scarred as jagged ice
That showed Doria twice
His routed place.
And it would not pass,
We knew it now as feared before
When we had rapped upon the door
Of sincerest hell, in lieu of bell;
No more.
His gunpowder enveloped hearts,
Laughing at the thoughts
Of feeble goddesses.
The sun had fled, the crescent moon
Softly spoke volumes
Of dreaded treachery.
And Barbarossa's Galeasses
Shadowed and accented
The will of Sulayman.
He set his boots onto my hands,
Grasping to shift the plans
Of hated pirates.
And it was to pass,
As I hung from my tortured La Reale
I prayed that wounds took time to heal
And fell into infinite blue;
No more.
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