They set off from the Capricorn,
In search of golden corn,
Overseas they flew,
Closer to the equator they drew,
Still not finding landing point

They had been warned,
The place was damned,
It was steamy and dark,
Like the untouchable snark,
Its illusion would hunt them forever

They passed the highland,
Came closer to the island,
The place was illustrious,
But its origin remained mysterious,
The host of golden corn

It would take great effort,
There was no room for comfort,
Queen of the sea,
Won't sip her tea,
Till they returned with golden corn

She wanted to defeat the sky,
That's why they had to fly,
In search of the golden corn,
And the blow of sea horn,
Would mark end of their mission
© Julius