αямα∂α - honourable mention Two seas And a hundred ships I had sailed. Twelve years And three months I had labored. I could not at present remember The days under the sun In which I had been happy. All that toil and treachery I had survived, It was only one more port, Only one more shore, Only one more tide: I shall survive this. Though my life was at no risk And I was in no peril, This trial may be the greatest I have yet faced. It would not let me forget What I wish I had not lived to see, And It would not let me remember What I wish I could still know. It was guilt. It was pain. It was sorrow. It was grief. I could not forget The eagle’s scream. It was regret. It was shame. It was woe. It was not sorry. I could not remember The cuckoo's call When the sun shined, When the rose bloomed, When the summer came, I could not have fathomed, I could not have imagined What horrific bane Might steal me away As such as the Armada. Then the tides changed, Then the clouds darkened, Then the Armada came, And all was plundered, And all was sundered, Through thunder and rain, The the Great Horror came, Through storm and peril, The Armada came. And now, Here I sit under a cruel sun, At my trial, To face my terrible deeds, And to be Punished for my actions, My actions, Which were forced by The Armada
