A Warrior Leaves His Shadows

He seemed to perfectly meld with the shadows
A man wrapped in intrigue
The boot was a promotion
Seen through the eyes of hungry crowd

A tumultuous sea was born that day
A captain taking his rusty bucket
To the center of the seven seas

Now peeling skin replaced shadows
It was novelty for the warrior
The sail swelled at fragmented threats
But the captain held onto his hat
Marveling at gigantic red feathers

Water devils came from all sides
He had it covered
The cameras came to his heel
The lighting was perfect
The water sprayed with absolute perfection

Before he sent the ship to its final glory
He realized he was maturing
Adulation was losing allure
If nothing else
The limelight had taught him that


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