The High Seas of Glory
His lifestyle
Chosen by terrain.
Branded at birth
By legacy.
He will man the helm
When the captain moves on.
His mentor, his god
His position cemented.
A throne to be envied
But upon achievement
The foreboding sentence
Is made all too clear.
Death
The inevitable consequence
Of his birthright
Yet he knows no fear
Like those who have come before
Like the hero's of his land
His youth and vigor will be sacrificed
Into the depths of his watery tomb.
2011 Natasha Head
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Om Namah Shivaya
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