Rush Rush

Rush Rush
Said the Captain,
The Son of a Captain,
Whose Father was Captain before

We drive for the
Nethermost edge of the world
Where we'll meet
The great captains of yore.

We are told
That they wait us
Were a hiatus
Is known on that distant black shore.

But the devil will greet us
And slyly intreat us
With the lie
​Just a little bit more.