Poetry

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Envy

A ship named envy
Sailed unsinkable
Striking fear into the heart of friend or enemy
That ship, that ship named Envy

And Envy is a Ghost ship
It works a skeleton crew
Whose eyeless sockets stare about
In vanity for their sight curfew

Who may face this enemy?
The king’s fleet flee before its mast
Islanders retreat behind cover of trees
The beaches lie deserted at the last

Some are prone to Anger
Some are prone to Lust
But who can contend with an envious Rancour?
Like a ship risen out of a horizon’s dust

Some will pitch in on the high Seas
Some will fight though always to their cost
But those whose plight are the Envies
Find in the end their battles are lost

So when you search the horizon
Let your search be tempered by shame
For to know all men fear the uprising

Of the ship with Envy as its name 

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