The Call of The Deep

echoes of a land lost to the thrashing blue
howling among the midnight plains of dark
it holds the ear, pierces thy soul, then calls thee
with melody sweeter than air's own lark

"Thine own peace it holds!" those sailors say
the clear mystery of tempting currents
with tantalizing lands that lead thy way
in deep it goes, the road that leads with lush scents

thy feet pull into the world unknown
But alas! the glories promised go gone
and nothing left but wet breezes that moan
with scorning laugh closing the light that may dawn

"tis the call of the deep!" they shout again
tis nothing but the dangers of neptune's reign