Voyages.

The evil duckie sets a course,
though dark the way is,
for islands found in dreams.

He means in truth to find the source,
as every man does,
of ways to found regimes.

No Celtic god, nor any Norse;
waves crashing like applause;
His soul is come redeem...

if dreamlands fill with styx and gorse,
and night writes all our laws,
in the end it's just our screams.