Last Journal Entry Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

The coldest wind which fills my sails
Sent colder chills throughout my spine
As now the rigging grimly wails
That mast seems willing to recline

The taut sinews that bind my bones
Seemed now to tighten to a knot
We're on this strait, that chart disowns
And even God may have forgot

The land seemed farther than it's been
Too far than dawn which is to break
In doomed contest, lie in between
Me and my ship, should one be weak

My ship! Fail not ahead of me
We're not to know how deep these graves
Rally your strength, all that can be
For I've resolved to ride the waves!

Should Fate prevail and sound our call
Mark that we've fought, and fought so well
Against great waves, never felt small
Nary we've bent our knees to knell!