Walk the Plank

Walk the Plank

Walk the plank, it’s time to feed,

The hungry sharks that make you bleed.

The waves don’t care, the depths don’t weep,

They pull you down, they drag you deep.

The crowd just laughs, their voices loud,

Another soul lost beneath the clouds.

You danced their tune, you played their game,

Now all that’s left’s a whispered name.

The sea takes all, the tide runs red,

No kings remain, just crowns of dread.

So take your step, don’t beg, don’t plead—

The sharks are here, they’ve come to feed.

Into jaws that long to chew,

To take the meat, the flesh off you.

Today, my men, you are the feed,

Just blood left mingling with seaweed.

The tide will churn, the bones will sink,

No time to pray, no time to think.

The ocean hums a hollow tune,

Beneath the cold and silver moon.

The ship sails on, no glancing back,

Your name erased, your world fades black.

No grave to mark, no tears to weep,

Just endless dark in waters deep.