Heroes Poem by Ronald Chapman

Serious, but can this be only a dream?
Lost my way,
Traveling to another country, far to the East,

Tired when awake,
Dreams brighten my nights,
Flying above oceans and seas,

I see giant ships, like turtles floating in a bloody red mist,
Graves behind a rippling mirror,
Of heroes and villains thousands of years past,

Alone! And in a prison heroes are,
Until called upon,
To defend a country, against overwhelming odds.

'Your Highness, I still have twelve battleships.'
-Admiral Yi Sun-sin