Story: Hudsons Tale Pt. 1
A Pioneers Tale
The wave’s crash, thunder roars and rain pours
As the Halve Maen is steadily following its course
It’s sails commissioned by the business driven V.O.C.
It’s hull once again tries to challenge the unforgiving sea
It’s captain, a man unyielding in his pursuit of a dream
His plan was to find an unknown ocean seam
That would bring the orient closer and validate his drive to explore
But the core of his crew, grew ever more sore
Their spirits heavy, morale would steadily deplore
Due to fighting arctic winds and surviving grave storms
Until one night Henry Hudson would find himself locked in the devils horns
Rage exploded, sanity eroded
The hierarchy of peace has now corroded
Whispers in the quarters of silent dismay
As anger reaches its border it creates a display
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The screams of mutiny filled the night
The clashing of swords under the moon light
Create a dance of sparks that twiddle ever so elegantly
As if oblivious to this violent part in history
The crew won their battle, reclaiming the freedom they missed
Hudson’s price, was that he was set adrift
To forever sail and explore the sea alone
An eternity has passed and his body is long gone
But for the sake of this story we will bring back his soul
His spirit his drive, yes for now he is alive
He will once again set sail excluding a possible fail
We will wander through his mind as we hang from the ships rail
What would he think and what would he see
If in 2009 he would once again dance with the sea
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