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CANTO XV – DEMONS ARISE
When a demon or a badguy ye try to off once and for all
What one should really take effort to do is to make sure they did fall
Seeing them sink is easy to assume
That they had at once met their ultimate doom
A ship wrecked to the splinters and the decks in half should tell ye
That the vessel will no longer be able to sail the oceans so blue
But it did not sink, was one thing the beastly crew on the Runner's High
Was forgot to check for its ultimate fate as they gave a victory cry
Excited they were to oust the queen that long ruled them over
And to let her sink down into the depths ever colder and lower
In their rallying cries and their drinks deep they forgot one rule of war
It is not over until ye can see yer enemy's corpse
The pirate queen was a demon of the sea who could swim and dive
And in those waves she would recuperate and yet again live
A siren or leviathan should be fished up like a shark or a fish
Upon witch ye dry out and hang from a mast to gasp up and twitch
Let them hang and dry in the dry rays of the sun in the salted air they do soak
And upon that scratchy old rope they shall hang and do choke
Pickled now they would be deprived of the waters that give them life
And only when they are dead and brined can ye end yer strife
Still a victory counts where one is given and credit is due
So three cheers to the mighty beastly sea crew
That sat in that fog and gave Captain Cecily to rout in great haste
Making sure the townsfolk who died did not their lives up and waste
A party went on from night to day and day to night back again
Hangovers washing over these mortal men and women
The kind that ye regret not no matter how much the next morn
ye are aching and throbbing and puking up with great scorn
It is a small price to pay for a freedom albeit fleeting and small
Cheering their attempts to get rid of the pirate queen once and for all
Into buckets they hurled then ordered an ale again thick
The bottoms of their mugs they would slurp up and lick
Give in not to the pain and order another round of rum and meat
Another day is dawning and our freedom again we greet
The winter snows fell a soft white on the town and ice formed at port
As rum and ale were chugged down by the pint and the quart
Travel to the south warming seas to see Olympia would have to wait for spring
To thaw out the oceans and begin their trade routes again
So they sat down and enjoyed a reprieve for this cold season a while
Letting themselves rest from their piracy trials
And once the snow began to melt and the ice did start to crack
It was again to the ships they set sail to go to the south and back
Through floes and rivers and letting frost slide off the hull
Their stockpiles and supply cabins now once again packed and full
The fog would come in and lift ever quicker
And was easier to see in and ever much thinner
But within that fog a few reported seeing what looked like a ship
All hallowed out around the hull and going at a slowly clip
The mast looked haggard and the flag unreadable from there
The sails were tattered from up and down and worse for the wear
It appeared not to have crew or man upon it in any way
It just seemed to amble about just beyond their port and their bay
It gave them no harm and most excused it as a god playing jokes
For whom amongst them could believe a ship could sail all chipped and broke
A pale blue flame seemed to envelope this vision at times was reported
A vision ever foggy and hazy and completely distorted
Was it real or just a joke Ivorhala played on the port
Getting an easy rise out of these seafaring folk
Nobody could reach it for if approached it would back away
And into the fog it would disappear for another whole day
The closest anyone got reported sounds of moaning
As if there was someone on board lamenting and groaning
It was unsettling and gave them a turn in their gut sour
And turn their mood from one of questing to one quite dour
Few sailors brave enough to approach it reported feeling sick
And their guts the would spew into the waves foamy and thick
Feeling as if a ghost or a ghoul had grip of their guts and their head
Sickly feelings washing over a few stoutly crews now stuck in their beds
Perhaps it was the remnants of a crew who lost their lives to the scurvy rot
And their hulls chipped away from the illness they caught
Diseases was the wood from the top of the bow to the end of the stern
Maybe a warning for other sailors out there a lesson to learn
To carry medicine and limes with them always with thee
Lest ye wind up like this mysterious ghost ship at sea
A strange ritual came out of respect for the crew that on the sea died
Of, upon sighting the ship, they would throw out fruits and wine
Of coin and prayer they offered to Ivorhala praying for them
That they found themselves a safe passage to the glowing heavens
And so this lasted until spring gave way to summer once more
With hot suns beating down golden upon our silvery shores
Where fog could not be nor come in with the tide
Making it easier to make out parts of that ghostly ride
Their ears no longer coated they could listen in better
And try to make out the name of the ship in faded paint letters
No sentences nor thoughts in full could they discern from the groans
Nor a coherent ship name could they find nor have been shown
It was only when a few fisherman and traders stupid and brave
Swam out to meet that ship and that fabled crewman's grave
One night they set out in a clipper and dove into the waters now warm
To see what was up with this ship that this rot was now born
And to their surprise as they tried to climb the side of the hull
Finding it impossible to work up wood that rotted and dull
They heard a voice deep and angry yelling at them loud
Screaming words down into the venturing crowd
Go back! ye trifle not with me I warn ye now!
Lest I come back and avenge me and take back my crown!
I am almost ready to take what was mine again from yer hands!
And once again reclaim these isles for my home and my lands!
ye disgusting mortal lot did ever a number on me!
But ye did not manage to kill the cavalier corsair Captain Cecily!
For I will heal soon and once winter falls on yer port!
I will have yer heads again and yer rebellion I'll thwart!
But it would not make well to have ye all live now that ye know
ye did not send me down to the fires below
ye merely set me back for a year at most ye foolish ken
And off with yer heads shall I kill ye again!
Before the crew could parse what she said
A few found themselves with a bullet through their head
Or a sword to their throat cleaved open like a trout
The crew that sought to find the truth was given to rout
She left only the weakest and frailest one to live this slaughter
To see if they could survive the trip back to the shore ever after
Nobody would believe their truth for they were sick and weak
Why would ye buy in to someone who was shaking and meek
They got sick from the ship and that crew they made up in their heads
To give them comfort trying not to deny that the pirate queen may not be dead
Into his bed they would place him when he returned cold and pale
Trying to convince everyone of the sincerity of his tale
Of how his crew was beheaded and left for dead in the sea
And once again would return cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
He would shake and roar from his bed til sedated and resting
And of his tale nobody was believing or guessing
They saw her ship offed and splintered and there was no way it could sail
Their plan had succeeded months past in winter how would it now fail
He was crazy and must have contracted the scurvy from the crew
Who's spirits inhabited that ghostly ship sailing near their seas so blue
There was absolutely no way his word were true was a lie they spake
To soothe their souls and give not into doubt was their first bit mistake
They should have listened to the sickly and cold fool who rambled
Instead of giving in to their local folk lore for their future they gambled
They continued their trade to ply to the south and beyond to the isle
Upon which people returned to revive and repopulate after a long while
Things were cleaned up and life returned to as normal as it could
Without giving heed to the call of the fool as they ever might should
Why would he lie, he screamed, I have no reason to trick my kin
I do not want us to go through Captain Cecily again
I know it seems like we gained a victory ever so large
But I swear that I saw her and yet sails her rotten old barge
We will die if ye give in not to my warning at last
For it would seen be ourselves again rung up her mast
I saw her! I saw her! She shot my friends dead!
With a bullet lodged squarely into their thick padded heads!
They did not die of disease nor drown leaving only I behind
A new era of piracy again draws on us all too nigh!
If ye ignore my words then from my grave I shall spite ye all well!
Angry forever ye believed not my tale as ye sent me to hell!
Driven mad that I am by yer mistrust in yer fellow men!
What will ye do when the terror comes back and once more it begins?
I am too gone now to fight with ye be it on this or alongside in war
Just know that I was right when I saw the ship was the bastard Blind Whore!
I give up my life in warning to ye idiots who do my tale injustice bade!
The next time ye see me will be me forever angry inside my deep dirty grave!
And with those words spewed into the air he did fall over and die
His body too frail and cold and unable to march on or fight
ye can find his grave in the back of a hill opposite this side of town
Upon which nothing is engraved nor do flowers on top it crowns
The poor old fool had not even a name I can remember for him
But he was right that this hell was about to begin again
So to him I offer only a drink and an apology long
For without his warning I would not be here to sing out my song
My ancestors would die in the next round of volley and fire
And for that I believe him in his words not did he tire
I hope yer soul is settled old man and may Ivorhala send ye on high
For ye deserve a warm spot and cold drink up in the realm of the sky
I am sorry my folk betrayed yer trust when we needed it most
When ye spoke of the true identity of that ship and its ghost
Captain Cecily would return soon on yer word we should trust
And let not our swords or our guns ever rot or go rust
But hung up they where and in that year since victory past
Nobody remembered how to fight figuring peace had come at last
Those fools who were my ken were just ever too eager
And against not ghosts they figured they would ever not waver
Nothing could stop them if mortals could now take demon spawn down
Was the prevailing attitude soaking through everyone in the town
And summer's great warmth and bounty gave way to autumn bold
And autumn's harvests and earnings gave way to winter so cold
A year how now past since the fight in Runner's High that day
In which they thought they had secured once again all trade in the bay
And almost as if the gods themselves did mettle in our affairs
The very day of the anniversary of the rebellion gave us all again scares
For when people were off firing guns into the sky and drinking of ale deep
Once again on our shores did the pirate queen lurch and creep
Her scales and claws now healed and her outfit in shreds
Covered in scars and marks soaked in her blood ever red
With the Berserker and Fang at her side into our dock she did ride
With that rotting Blind Whore falling apart at its sides
She eyed the tavern where everyone gathered to party and drink
And at once let her cannons loose on the starboard to nearby clippers did sink
The sound form that stopped the festivities in their tracks
And a wave of fear over washed them all, for they knew Captain Cecily was back
They should have heeded the words of the fool who died to warn
Them that once again they would know the pirate queen's scorn
And once again did a fear ever mighty coat this town by the shore
Fear ever reigning once more upon the mighty Cape Qorre
And if ye shall remain by my side I shall tell to thee
About the return of the rule of cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
CANTO XV – DEMONS ARISE
When a demon or a badguy ye try to off once and for all
What one should really take effort to do is to make sure they did fall
Seeing them sink is easy to assume
That they had at once met their ultimate doom
A ship wrecked to the splinters and the decks in half should tell ye
That the vessel will no longer be able to sail the oceans so blue
But it did not sink, was one thing the beastly crew on the Runner's High
Was forgot to check for its ultimate fate as they gave a victory cry
Excited they were to oust the queen that long ruled them over
And to let her sink down into the depths ever colder and lower
In their rallying cries and their drinks deep they forgot one rule of war
It is not over until ye can see yer enemy's corpse
The pirate queen was a demon of the sea who could swim and dive
And in those waves she would recuperate and yet again live
A siren or leviathan should be fished up like a shark or a fish
Upon witch ye dry out and hang from a mast to gasp up and twitch
Let them hang and dry in the dry rays of the sun in the salted air they do soak
And upon that scratchy old rope they shall hang and do choke
Pickled now they would be deprived of the waters that give them life
And only when they are dead and brined can ye end yer strife
Still a victory counts where one is given and credit is due
So three cheers to the mighty beastly sea crew
That sat in that fog and gave Captain Cecily to rout in great haste
Making sure the townsfolk who died did not their lives up and waste
A party went on from night to day and day to night back again
Hangovers washing over these mortal men and women
The kind that ye regret not no matter how much the next morn
ye are aching and throbbing and puking up with great scorn
It is a small price to pay for a freedom albeit fleeting and small
Cheering their attempts to get rid of the pirate queen once and for all
Into buckets they hurled then ordered an ale again thick
The bottoms of their mugs they would slurp up and lick
Give in not to the pain and order another round of rum and meat
Another day is dawning and our freedom again we greet
The winter snows fell a soft white on the town and ice formed at port
As rum and ale were chugged down by the pint and the quart
Travel to the south warming seas to see Olympia would have to wait for spring
To thaw out the oceans and begin their trade routes again
So they sat down and enjoyed a reprieve for this cold season a while
Letting themselves rest from their piracy trials
And once the snow began to melt and the ice did start to crack
It was again to the ships they set sail to go to the south and back
Through floes and rivers and letting frost slide off the hull
Their stockpiles and supply cabins now once again packed and full
The fog would come in and lift ever quicker
And was easier to see in and ever much thinner
But within that fog a few reported seeing what looked like a ship
All hallowed out around the hull and going at a slowly clip
The mast looked haggard and the flag unreadable from there
The sails were tattered from up and down and worse for the wear
It appeared not to have crew or man upon it in any way
It just seemed to amble about just beyond their port and their bay
It gave them no harm and most excused it as a god playing jokes
For whom amongst them could believe a ship could sail all chipped and broke
A pale blue flame seemed to envelope this vision at times was reported
A vision ever foggy and hazy and completely distorted
Was it real or just a joke Ivorhala played on the port
Getting an easy rise out of these seafaring folk
Nobody could reach it for if approached it would back away
And into the fog it would disappear for another whole day
The closest anyone got reported sounds of moaning
As if there was someone on board lamenting and groaning
It was unsettling and gave them a turn in their gut sour
And turn their mood from one of questing to one quite dour
Few sailors brave enough to approach it reported feeling sick
And their guts the would spew into the waves foamy and thick
Feeling as if a ghost or a ghoul had grip of their guts and their head
Sickly feelings washing over a few stoutly crews now stuck in their beds
Perhaps it was the remnants of a crew who lost their lives to the scurvy rot
And their hulls chipped away from the illness they caught
Diseases was the wood from the top of the bow to the end of the stern
Maybe a warning for other sailors out there a lesson to learn
To carry medicine and limes with them always with thee
Lest ye wind up like this mysterious ghost ship at sea
A strange ritual came out of respect for the crew that on the sea died
Of, upon sighting the ship, they would throw out fruits and wine
Of coin and prayer they offered to Ivorhala praying for them
That they found themselves a safe passage to the glowing heavens
And so this lasted until spring gave way to summer once more
With hot suns beating down golden upon our silvery shores
Where fog could not be nor come in with the tide
Making it easier to make out parts of that ghostly ride
Their ears no longer coated they could listen in better
And try to make out the name of the ship in faded paint letters
No sentences nor thoughts in full could they discern from the groans
Nor a coherent ship name could they find nor have been shown
It was only when a few fisherman and traders stupid and brave
Swam out to meet that ship and that fabled crewman's grave
One night they set out in a clipper and dove into the waters now warm
To see what was up with this ship that this rot was now born
And to their surprise as they tried to climb the side of the hull
Finding it impossible to work up wood that rotted and dull
They heard a voice deep and angry yelling at them loud
Screaming words down into the venturing crowd
Go back! ye trifle not with me I warn ye now!
Lest I come back and avenge me and take back my crown!
I am almost ready to take what was mine again from yer hands!
And once again reclaim these isles for my home and my lands!
ye disgusting mortal lot did ever a number on me!
But ye did not manage to kill the cavalier corsair Captain Cecily!
For I will heal soon and once winter falls on yer port!
I will have yer heads again and yer rebellion I'll thwart!
But it would not make well to have ye all live now that ye know
ye did not send me down to the fires below
ye merely set me back for a year at most ye foolish ken
And off with yer heads shall I kill ye again!
Before the crew could parse what she said
A few found themselves with a bullet through their head
Or a sword to their throat cleaved open like a trout
The crew that sought to find the truth was given to rout
She left only the weakest and frailest one to live this slaughter
To see if they could survive the trip back to the shore ever after
Nobody would believe their truth for they were sick and weak
Why would ye buy in to someone who was shaking and meek
They got sick from the ship and that crew they made up in their heads
To give them comfort trying not to deny that the pirate queen may not be dead
Into his bed they would place him when he returned cold and pale
Trying to convince everyone of the sincerity of his tale
Of how his crew was beheaded and left for dead in the sea
And once again would return cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
He would shake and roar from his bed til sedated and resting
And of his tale nobody was believing or guessing
They saw her ship offed and splintered and there was no way it could sail
Their plan had succeeded months past in winter how would it now fail
He was crazy and must have contracted the scurvy from the crew
Who's spirits inhabited that ghostly ship sailing near their seas so blue
There was absolutely no way his word were true was a lie they spake
To soothe their souls and give not into doubt was their first bit mistake
They should have listened to the sickly and cold fool who rambled
Instead of giving in to their local folk lore for their future they gambled
They continued their trade to ply to the south and beyond to the isle
Upon which people returned to revive and repopulate after a long while
Things were cleaned up and life returned to as normal as it could
Without giving heed to the call of the fool as they ever might should
Why would he lie, he screamed, I have no reason to trick my kin
I do not want us to go through Captain Cecily again
I know it seems like we gained a victory ever so large
But I swear that I saw her and yet sails her rotten old barge
We will die if ye give in not to my warning at last
For it would seen be ourselves again rung up her mast
I saw her! I saw her! She shot my friends dead!
With a bullet lodged squarely into their thick padded heads!
They did not die of disease nor drown leaving only I behind
A new era of piracy again draws on us all too nigh!
If ye ignore my words then from my grave I shall spite ye all well!
Angry forever ye believed not my tale as ye sent me to hell!
Driven mad that I am by yer mistrust in yer fellow men!
What will ye do when the terror comes back and once more it begins?
I am too gone now to fight with ye be it on this or alongside in war
Just know that I was right when I saw the ship was the bastard Blind Whore!
I give up my life in warning to ye idiots who do my tale injustice bade!
The next time ye see me will be me forever angry inside my deep dirty grave!
And with those words spewed into the air he did fall over and die
His body too frail and cold and unable to march on or fight
ye can find his grave in the back of a hill opposite this side of town
Upon which nothing is engraved nor do flowers on top it crowns
The poor old fool had not even a name I can remember for him
But he was right that this hell was about to begin again
So to him I offer only a drink and an apology long
For without his warning I would not be here to sing out my song
My ancestors would die in the next round of volley and fire
And for that I believe him in his words not did he tire
I hope yer soul is settled old man and may Ivorhala send ye on high
For ye deserve a warm spot and cold drink up in the realm of the sky
I am sorry my folk betrayed yer trust when we needed it most
When ye spoke of the true identity of that ship and its ghost
Captain Cecily would return soon on yer word we should trust
And let not our swords or our guns ever rot or go rust
But hung up they where and in that year since victory past
Nobody remembered how to fight figuring peace had come at last
Those fools who were my ken were just ever too eager
And against not ghosts they figured they would ever not waver
Nothing could stop them if mortals could now take demon spawn down
Was the prevailing attitude soaking through everyone in the town
And summer's great warmth and bounty gave way to autumn bold
And autumn's harvests and earnings gave way to winter so cold
A year how now past since the fight in Runner's High that day
In which they thought they had secured once again all trade in the bay
And almost as if the gods themselves did mettle in our affairs
The very day of the anniversary of the rebellion gave us all again scares
For when people were off firing guns into the sky and drinking of ale deep
Once again on our shores did the pirate queen lurch and creep
Her scales and claws now healed and her outfit in shreds
Covered in scars and marks soaked in her blood ever red
With the Berserker and Fang at her side into our dock she did ride
With that rotting Blind Whore falling apart at its sides
She eyed the tavern where everyone gathered to party and drink
And at once let her cannons loose on the starboard to nearby clippers did sink
The sound form that stopped the festivities in their tracks
And a wave of fear over washed them all, for they knew Captain Cecily was back
They should have heeded the words of the fool who died to warn
Them that once again they would know the pirate queen's scorn
And once again did a fear ever mighty coat this town by the shore
Fear ever reigning once more upon the mighty Cape Qorre
And if ye shall remain by my side I shall tell to thee
About the return of the rule of cavalier corsair Captain Cecily