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The Company

Tis not the journey
Tis not the destination
Tis the company
Tis the sacred brotherhood
That they have pledged to uphold
 
The company that they keep
That’s bound by loyalties deep
Toughened by trials endured
Kinship that the flames assured
 
Untested they were
In the crucible annealed
Iron into steel
Neophytes into warriors
Pigeons into harriers
 
In the hot cauldron molten
They’re forged into a weapon
Swords sharpened to dazzling sheen
A lean mean fighting machine
 
The Argo’s shipshape
Ready to embark on its quest
In search of the fleece
For the mission they’ve been trained
By the gods they’ve been ordained
 
Rough seas when they left
Taunted by the god of graves
With towering waves
But the warriors persevered
Determined and undeterred
 
Poseidon unrelenting
His trident unforgiving
Maelstrom and gale he summoned
Rain, whirlwind at his command
 
Dangerous exploits
Trials and hardships assailed
The Argo prevailed
For the company they keep
They make adversaries weep!
 
From the Aegean Sea arose
Brave company of heroes
In the distant shore Colchis
They secured the Golden Fleece
 
Epilogue
 
Thus, legend was born
Jason and the Argonauts
Down the centuries
For Tau Alphans everywhere
Story we always hold dear!
 
07-09-2024
© Vic Evora
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