Sedov
But ho and up
and hiss your sails
to foreign lands
where fortune hails
and be the choice of land
a blunder
twas for a siren
but that’s no wonder
take the rudder
down a gill
she made you shudder
like no drink will.
Arise and dry
in morning’s sun
Smile, don’t cry
there’s yet more fun.
A scourge, an urge
two sides to face
waves bend
waves break
washing worry
without a trace
ambition blown
against the winds
fate’s rugged rocks
time’s teeth shown
crushing dreams
with death alone.