Davy Jones’ Locker

Hello good sir

May I lend a hand

Your ship

Has been lost

Smashed

By the cold and dark sea

.

Lost

With all souls

To Davy Jones’ Locker

A one way trip to the bottom

And never

Hope of returning

.

A prize on a shelf

Nobody winning

Except Davy himself

And maybe

All His fishes

.

And by your looks

You could use a hand

Water slowly taking

You

Your raft

And all you hold dear

.

Taking water

Over the bow

Now up to your knees

To Davy you WILL go

Without help from me

.

“No” I hear you say?

Your raft WILL go

All the way?

.

Ok, my new friend

I certainly applaud your Faith

Misdirected, though

My ship

Offers you Grace

.

A lifeline I throw

My aim never in doubt

Please grab hold

And please try to trust

.

For in this short conversation

Water so cold and dark

Is now above your knees

And you will meet your end

.

So now I implore you

Choose your path wisely

For my compass says

A battle looms

With a singular ending

.

I can bring you aboard

Give you all that you need

Food

Water

And passage

To the next shore

.

Offering Hope

For a lifetime

.

Full

.

Of journeys

And beautiful women

And food in our bellies

And tropical shores

And fine ales

And sunsets

Galore

.

Yet you fight me

I can’t understand

How and why

You are choosing this path

That may never return you

Ever

To safe and dry land

.

Let go

Let go

.

Ahh yes

Now I see

.

You are Prey

Caught

In Calypso’s

Mortal foray

.

So hard to resist

But certainly in the end

Through this blind journey

You will cease to exist

.

And now

I’ve done

All I can

You can’t listen

You stubborn

And arrogant

Lost man

.

Blinded by pride

And visions

And glory so grand

Now just empty

You are sinking

Right where you stand

.

So I wish

You well

On your doomed journey

Watching you sink

To Davy Jones’ Locker

Is now in the offing

.

Weigh anchor I must

And a bon voyage

I wish you well

I do hope to see you again

.

And should we meet again

I’ll buy the first round

A toast to your journey

Faithful and proud

.

We will raise our mugs high

And I will sing your praises

And celebrate a lifetime

.

Full

.

Of journeys

And beautiful women

And food in our bellies

And tropical shores

And fine ales

And sunsets

Galore