The captain by painting with brush strokes a song from his blood
reveals an egg-speckled voice the cantos of rhythms have captured
soaking into the canvas of bandages a multi-colored flagon
with a puddle of paint as a singular alphabet molded into a serpent
showcasing one character easy to spell out a one word story with
the history of legend once again threatened to rupture
if only the strength of conviction lent to articulation
could produce the bright tone of a cascading harmonic
reflecting a saint captured in a lenticular portrait
without succumbing to any disease cast from Hell
to focus a blurred glory into sharp contrast to defend
the intent we'd originally agreed upon together here
having been meant to carry us through any sort of storm
that may arise during our relentless journey there.
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