In fourteen hundred ninety two…
You know the rest.
Of course, you do.
Three ships upon
uncharted seas
Unfurled their sails to
venture west
Seeking passage, swift
and new,
To fill the Royal
treasure chest.
Intrepid souls who knew
no fear
Undaunted in their magic
quest.
Upon the helm, with
watchful eye
He glides into the great
unknown.
Never seeking alibi
He knows the choice is
his alone.
Never asking how or why,
Not a sigh, a moan or
groan.
The threat of failure
ever nigh,
Enough to chill him to
the bone.
Alas, the crow’s nest
faithful cry.
His quest at last is won.
Where hope walks free and
eagles fly
A brand new world is born.
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