Richard Alin Martin

The Curse

The winds are in the rigging high,
And the wicked seas are running wild,
It’s a sailor’s curse that he face the worst,
And the ghost that’s by his side,
Has conquered them in passing,
Both the nameless and the lasting,
Though the dreadful chill of an portent ill,
now begs him turn aside;
Have the winds forsaken freedom?

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