The Sequin Sea

Sequin claws

On sequin draws

The rope of the hangman

Hangs heavy on the door

And seasons come and seasons go

As the weather cock does crow

Into the heartland of the fire

Were burning embers glow

Seasons come and seasons pass

The love of a lost one

Leaves its cutlass

Aboard the ship of privateers

The stowaway steals the ship’s chest

To bring his heart to homeland

To sacrifice his death

John Drummond – the merchant Whaler stands

Upon the ship’s crow’s nest

And spies one eye onto the ocean

To fill his glass the best

The mud that lets the river pass

Is melting like the snow

But cracks as ice so the skater knows

He’s walking on thin plate glass

Merchant whaler rolls a drum

That explodes his current bun

Into the arms of James the First

Whose messenger there had come

To lead his navy into further lands than kingdom known

The merchant pledged his life to this messenger’s tongue

And onward now his life must run

Always in bondage bound o this King’s thumb

Down to the heart rug

Of certain pins

The hat that covers up is face

Is the same that ruins his whims

The sadness that holds his joy

Is that which will in him soon destroy

All hope of love all caste the iron men of Troy

To iron curtains rides the horse

Saying giddy up good boy

What’s to come can be no worse

See there’s land I spy, Ahoy!, Ahoy!