The wind howls, but the sails are still
Stiffened in the inescapable chill
Rigging once full of avian cries
Now just cloth encrusted with ice

Creaking wood moans low under the wind
Trapped and left with nothing to defend
In the bowels, straps and bars and manacles
On the prow, a sculpture encrusted with barnacles

Her crew is gone, alone she drifted
Untold eons since her sails were lifted
Her resting place is no captain's fault
For he's just bones encrusted with salt

The captain sits upon his throne
An eternal vigil, all alone
He stayed with the ship, followed all the rules
Stayed to guard treasures encrusted with jewels

One day she'll stop resisting the call
And into her marine lover's arms she'll fall
He'll devour her body, she'll be lost to history
Her captain, his treasures, his hubris, encrusted with algae

via Daily Prompt: Encrusted

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Make sure you use the appropriate pencil
Don't draw freeform, use this stencil
Armed police keep you safer than a fence will
Dress for Jesus, and don't be sinful
We don't want you led astray, we'll blur out those pixels
That's a fire hazard, now take down that tinsel
There's a war on Christmas, it's as clear as crystal
Remember, it's not hate if it's official
You don't need medicine, just take fish oil
Always respect authority; it's just that simple
You should love America; we've the biggest missile
Stop and Frisk isn't profiling if they've always got a pistol
Learn to respond promptly at a bell or whistle
Children should always be polite and cheerful
Never talk back, protest, nor so much as bristle
No matter what, your clothes and skin mustn't wrinkle
You need to compromise; we won't meet you in the middle

Now forget everything you've learned; we've a fire to kindle

via Daily Prompt: Lecture

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