Come Young Pirates, Part V - If Time Is Madness Let It Rave Poem by Captain Cur

And the night skies feathered over
Exposing fragments of our world,
Alone on this promontory gazed
Each pirate, raptured and amazed.
In dream they heard the ocean cry
Its thunderous waves thick with pride
Bound by rocks a lighted tower
Beaming hope through each dark hour,
Then all the stars did melt away
And the shadows creeped cold and gray;
Came the beast with his sounding horn
Up from the pits hell's blackest storm,
It cast its pall, our voices mute,
Foul winds blowing an angry flute,
Drumbeats and a deafening hum
That hurt the ears and dried the tongue.
In the distance the faintest knell
An abandoned ship's lolling bell
Each seemed bewildered by this call
Fearing the maelstrom would drown us all.

On spools of dreams a mind is wound
Where truth most often can be found;
Just like the lighthouse on the rock,
Just like the key that winds the clock
The hands that turn and never sleep
Permanence just beyond their reach.
If time is madness let it rave
It only took and never gave;
Promises whispered then the blow
We think we lost what we don't own,
Colossal as its presence seems
It has no vision, it has no dream,
It has no voice, it cannot speak,
Our minds make strong what should be weak
Lacking substance it has no shape,
It has no home, it drifts apace,
It causes stress that subtle strain
That weighs the heart and clouds the brain,
In appearance it looks intent
Deceit its only sacrament,
It cannot heal, not balm nor salve,
Into nothingness it will dissolve.