Submissions by AscensionES (Aptilneilrionaltion)

Commands are given,  
the crew stir with haste.  
Reef the mainsail  
and cast down the oars.  
This storm shows us no mercy,  
respond in kind  
or be taken.  
The few beside me,  
all seek the same.  
His goods and wealth,  
cast aside forever.  
Once a man makes his choice,  
he make no other.  
Until he finds his attonement,  
may he be free again.  
 
To what end would a man agree,  
but the endeavor  
of forgiveness?  
These only the Swan may give,  
can be found in...