Captain's Log

The shadowy alley of villainous crime,

a once fertile valley now covered in rime.

An old shipwrecked galley begging for a sign,

the devil they rally with a lack of divine.

They torture a soul and ask for a boon.

Tides ceaselessly roll then rise with the moon.

The ship bell doth toll and sing like a loon,

for eyes black as coal will be watching soon.

An effigy burned they stare in a hush,

while night sky does turn, they dare not hope much.

For soon they will learn the feel of the crush.

The cold their concern no blood left to blush.