The Phantom of Mar

The patterns of the waves
Of the hazy sea,
They ceased to be
From zebra to zero.

The many ships of Handgun,
Which was named after having some fun,
Had been remade a ton.
True was the use of alcohol,
The captain had ended it all.
The crew played ball;
They stole the brand new ship
And they did it with a snip.
All they needed was a knife;
Luckily, the captain had a strife.

Once they stole the ship new,
They sailed the seas with a slew,
Which threatened the men,
It took from them ten.
They couldn’t go back,
They had run half the track.
Left eight of their men.
“Screw It!” they said.
They followed some rumors where sailors lay dead.
They found some nerds who gave them the way ahead.
They followed the map to the Land of The Wed.
But it had taken them to the True Sea of Mar instead.


The journey was far,
They stopped for a bar,
A famous one, the Night Radar.
“Wow, these drinks are great! They are.”
“I got a tale! Anyone want to get a scar?”
The man recited a lowly tale.
It was of The Great Phantom of Mar.

“The ship’s chant, it
Showed what shan't, it
Choked The Phantom;
It shall not speak.
For who they are
Is not of weak.
But for all those fears,
They chose a close
It had fainted in its mother’s robes.
Now all who oppose
The Great Phantom of Mar,
Will be met with the horror
Of The Phantom’s roar.”

This tale did not scare,
As they had so often heard it before,
As if they had frequently prepared,
“All know of The Great Phantom of More”
“Don’t make it mad, it’s Phantom of Mourn.”
The bartender was given a sore.
“You're too drunk. You need no more.”
And so they left the bar and took a tour of
The new ship
That they had recently equipped.


They continued on the sea as
Drunk as can be
But they took some Vitamin C as
They didn’t want to get scurvy.
The journey was hard
Medicine bottles left ajar,
But they finally arrived at the True Sea of Mar.

The Cain of the sea,
The ghost you can see.
The Phantom followed
A rule of thumb.
It never hollered,
Nor has it run,
It kept to itself until the day of Thee.
On that day, a man barged in.
Cain told the man, “Just let me be!”
He demanded a brandy in tin.
Cain couldn’t provide
To the man who didn’t look alive,
The man lunged
Falling over was his lunch.
Oh no, quickly, Count!
The man grabbed the neck, and Cain he choked out.
Now! One, two, three, flee!
Left his head bleeding,
He thrashed Cain to the bed.
He thumped his head.
His salad dripped in blood,
His life came undone.
Cain rose as a Phantom,
The man looked as if Cain had pantsed ‘em.
The man held his sandwich hostage. "I’ve got ransom!"
And through the wall Cain had left ‘em.

The newly birthed Phantom looked around
It heard a great sound;
A grand shriek was sent through the ground.
“What was that!?” Cain had exclaimed.
It went over to see who had complained.
Turns out everyone on this ship is completely insane.
The Phantom went through the walls;
Gave some good scares,
But what it found in the Dining Hall
Was more than a screaming tear.
It had witnessed a murder;
A boy had been asphyxiated by ligature.
911 someone dialed.
The Phantom was put on trial,
And accused of cheating in Solitaire-
Wait, that’s not right;
The Phantom's still getting used to this lifeless night.
It turned to walk past its lawyer.
The Phantom walked through the wall
Right next to the painting of the boy you saw.
It jumped back on the ship of gun residue,
It met the man who started Handgun’s many a crew.
It spied on them, and during a meeting, they started to spew,
And The Phantom learned they wanted accrue.
They had said a tale of many a new,
One unheard by ghosts of a pale hue.
This is what they said, I say to you.

“Copper coins.
Do not fright.
Here comes
The Great Delight.
The blood of the Blights,
A buffet deserved,
For all the tells-
Hey, who heard!”

The crew got away
With such a frivolous display,
The Phantom could not relay
A single thing that had sprayed,
Not even the blood of its own
When it looked right at its bone.
“A complete mystery” said the calzone—
Wait, that was the detective’s throne,
The food had spilled like The Phantom won’t.

Again they sailed
Across the ails—
The medicine bottles were full of snails!
The Phantom had gained
The power to change
The reality of its own domain!
It gave the crew one complaint
“You’re gonna kill us!” the crew told Cain.
The Phantom looked at a few.
“I should tally all of you!”
It forced one to walk the plank,
It scratched a one into the wooden bank.
It messed with their screws
Until their minds flew,
It wouldn’t let them get accrue.

They looked upon the ghastly sight
Of The Phantom in the mother’s tights.
“Oh please, let us go. We promise to stop the fights!”
The crew begged on their knees
And fled to their new bees
That The Phantom had spawned
As well as the Greatest Fawn,
It leaped to a pawn—
It enjoys chess!
Nope! It ate out the men's breast as
The Phantom threw out the treasure chests.

No longer could the crew
Obtain their accrue,
The beast of Mar
Had done it more:
Murder the crew
Of a mother’s blue
The ship sank to the True.
But The Phantom was stuck,
All around was water and muck.
It spun in circles, looking for land,
None had come, and from it, Cain was banned.

Forced to roam the sea,
The Phantom sunk boats for the rest of eternity.
It kept on in the True Sea of Mar for some time,
But it needed something a little more sublime.
It stole brandy in tin for some fun
Like the man who had stolen its life for some rum.
The Phantom crazed in a world of glee.
It took a tub of gasoline.
It lit the ships on fire; It had already won!

The Great Phantom of Mar
Spent much time in the dark of
The lonely sea under the dim stars,
“Oh, where is another ship?” The Phantom had a start.
The only company:
Cain had been levying
The souls of the dying,
Lost in the True Sea of Mar.
Putting them on was a terrible mark.
The masks of the dead for the ones gone too far.
Wearing their bodies as a comedy debut-
A ship appeared in the horizon view.
The Phantom had many things to do.

That ship had brought it to grainy sand and
It could touch burning hot land!
The Phantom roamed the ballad of pre-burned glass
It saw a cactus and a scorpion of class-
“OUCH,” The Phantom had sassed.
The scorpion took a bite of its- ah!
The poison ran through it; it gave the bug a clash.
Though The Phantom was already dead, no need to be so rash!
It picked it up and threw it a ton,
This is so much fun!
But then The Phantom came along a mast.
It was covered under the sands of the past.
It thrashed like the ship of some man’s gun
(The Phantom couldn’t remember the name, the year was way too before)
So it went in, jailed from the sun,
It searched in the wood
For something new, it would
Give The Phantom a place to brew.
On the plank, it placed its feet.
Achievements, it knew.
Marks of one’s amazing feats.
On the wall, scratched a dozen-more it holds.
There was space no more for life’s beautiful tolls.
Now The Phantom was pleased; it had won.
There was no woman or man stronger than what wasn’t one.
“I think I’d like to go back to the run.“
The track was safe, and a new race had begun.
A new apex predator for humanity's undone.
Down was the ship of Handgun,
It wanted to look to the Cain of one,
And up was The Greatest Phantom.

Some time had passed;
Many centuries,
Cain had gained many abilities.
No human was a match,
But it only had a small patch of
The world's surface.
But at least the “perfect”
Didn’t believe in its tasks.
And so, many ships still came
And The Cain of Mar is never the blame.
And through the mass
Of who The Phantom entraps,
The Cain of Mar still sleeps in the night with collapse.
And sometimes it thinks "Man, how I loves the screams of the past."
The Great Phantom of Mar is no longer Cain,
It is a being of one domain;
It thrives in the Mar,
It died in its past,
No one else can assume the mast.