Vessels fight the storm to not abandon ship

Master navigates through the shipwrecks in the waterway

Dust souls filled with delight weigh

Empowering muses grant vigor trip

Tidal swirls toss the captain into the gale

Once comforting, Slowly nil

Emotions irk the dark ship with dill

A raid in the shade made of hail

It finds its place in the docks, ready to dismantle its produce and abstruse

A journey bound to happen, foretold a curse by Venus choice

The pure will be betrayed, as no being is ever faithful

Seaman unties the bowline talks and embarks for another voyage obscure

He is the shipmaster now, no compass yet an inner voice

Unsure but at least responsible for his own affection