
I wrote this when I was around 15 years old and was originally supposed to be included in a fantasy adventure novel I wanted to write but never got round to called 'The Old World Saga'.
The Legend of Blue Thunder
A harsh wind blows,
A shadow grows
And all is not well at sea…
The shipping lane
Bears evil’s bane
As we sing this old chanty:
Clouds gather
Near the blather
Of the Sea-Folk’s gentle song.
It’s from a cloud
That a dark shroud
Extends out, both wide and long.
It sinks down low
With gusty blow
And sets the clouds asunder…
But hark, what this
Beyond the mist?
Could that light be Blue Thunder?
That is it’s name,
This ship of fame
And here is it’s long-told tale:
The ship stood high,
It’s decks lay dry
Even against the cold gale.
Another ship
Wouldn’t last the trip
But to know of it today -
This ship came through,
Our mighty Blue,
Though bore damage on the way.
First one wave lashed,
Another splashed
And this drenched the Captain through!
Though panic not,
You doubting lot,
For ours is a mighty crew!
Drenched to the bone
With dreams of home
The sailors bore the wind’s bite.
They hoisted sail
And rode the gale
And left as day turned to night.
Without relent
The men all sent
A cheer into the night air
But they knew not
Of the dark plot
Being conceived way ‘out there’…
A huge wave swept,
Up the ship lept
Above the treacherous sea.
Then down it crashed,
It’s mast now smashed
Which caused the grim death of three.
Twenty there been
When ship last seen
But seventeen there now seemed.
Even this crew
Had lost a few
Which never they would have dreamed!
One more huge wave
And this time save
But fifteen fine Elves did die.
To save their friends
From their sad ends
All the men started to cry:
“Ahoy there fellows!”
As Captain bellows:
“Leave be and save yer own hide!”
Now, Captain Zapp,
A stoic chap,
Accepted his men had died
Though even he
Had felt empty
From those that he couldn’t save.
The ship got tossed,
Four more they lost
When swept out by a huge wave.
Eleven were left,
All stood bereft
(But one, who threw himself in).
Now there were ten
Of these fine men,
That’s ten less than they’d bargain.
Their end seemed nigh
When Mate did spy
A patch of sea that stayed clear.
“Look Sir, a gap!”
Said he to Zapp,
So towards it he did steer!
The waves were calm,
To Zapp’s alarm,
Though he thanked his Lucky Star.
So there they sat,
Said this and that
And they dreamt of home afar…
Now, legends tell
Of evil spell
That churns seas into a storm.
Though all the same
Every dark bane
Let’s pockets of hope to form.
The sea does live
So will not give
Itself all to evil’s way.
It’s life’s wonder
Which Blue Thunder
Saw all around them this day.
Now they could see
Ship’s enemy:
It was a snarling sea-beast!
It’s eyes bulging,
Mouth indulging
It’s hunger with this Elf-feast!
“There it can wait”
Said the First Mate,
(Him knowing of such creatures)
“It won’t come near
This patch of clear
As is one of its features
That evil roams
In its dark homes
And won’t touch anything pure.”
And right was he
As this calm sea
Was home to Spirit for sure!
Summon they did
As creature hid
To tell it of their peril.
A blue mist rose,
Then stopped and froze
Into form of Dylan-ail:
Spirit of yore
Whom since Great Thaw
Has dwelt far, way out to sea!
Elf-friend he is
As what was his
He bestowed land upon we.
“Look after land”
Was Spirit’s command,
“And I shall remain your friend.”
So that we will
Right up until
The day it’s the Sea Elves end.
While beast cowers,
With His powers
Spirit froze sea under ship.
The beast swam deep
To avoid creep
Of the ice’s sheer cold grip!
Elves of the sea
Are built hardy
And felt not the sheer frost’s bite
But needing kip
Spirit grabbed ship
And pushed it with all his might!
The crew did cry
A quick “Goodbye!”
And away Blue Thunder flew!
The ship slid fast
And broken mast
Was clung to by the fine crew.
It was not long
Until the song
Of the soft shore could be heard
So as ice melts
And rain still pelts
At least the brave crew now dared
To sit on sores
And get out oars
To row like lightning’s wonder!
For ‘twas these ten,
These finest men,
That brought home the Blue Thunder!


