battlechick

In the lower heavens
There she was on the horizon.
The small battleship.
The giant Catermarang with a storm in her sails
light on cannon she made up for it,
By dancing in the wind.
All that sail, at a command she was airborn and splashed
20 feet left or right,no fear in her.
She was a witch,thats what they called her.
moving backwards,or standing still.
Towards or away at incredible speeds
dodging shot by flying left,she set the mark,
while the other ran away.
That little storm in a teacup
The tiny battleship was the most feared in the oceans
of the lower heavens.
All those lines,master seaman only.
Tiny lady wreaking havoc.
She could fly in a pinch.
Ahhh the lower heavens.
The abyss of waters.
home sweet home.
As long as there are witches.
Her trophies ran ahead or were lead,
like obediant puppies.
The people always watched as she struck
4 of her masts and layed them along her side.
She always entered port looking like a folded kite.
And the people loved her.
The last of her sails was struck by weighted rings.
She came to rest with a gentle bump.
The people cheered the return of the Mary Poppins.
All that love for such a bad bad girl.
She was a pirateship after all.