I am alive!
Willing and able
To tell it to you straight!
The declaration echoing out into the high seas
Unmooring but for a moment
The tense trepidation of the crew
Which had fueled an innate sense of peril
That cast a spell on the seamen of The Shepherd
Commandeered by the industrious green eyes of Captain Fate
Of a suffocating impenetrable dank unease
None could put to sleep
No need here!
To fear ghosts!
Nor any Phantasms designed unnaturally
To keep us from reaching
The banks of the Pearly Gate!
Tis your silver and gold!
Not your hearts!
One must sate!
Thine immortal predicates