A Poet's Love III(Part 1)

To my Dear Friend, Jonathan I went to the ocean floor To search for my friend of yore I rowed, rowed until I soar The great vast ocean, I explore I swan the ocean until my body sore I need to find him, the friend I adore Perhaps I will never see him anymore Goodbye my friend of yore I want vengeance, justice, and blood for my friend For those who gave him his untimely end His dear letters, I held I will avenge you my brother, I declared I went to the land of Moore To find Governor Baldur Is this really the land of Moore Just a fucking run down shore Where are the stores of trinkets, knickknacks, and items galore Where are the lively people, markets, and houses with grandeur decor Perhaps I shall explore Off I go to find my friend's store While traveling in the land of Moore I found my friend's old store This place looks a bit obscure I hear the sound of a opening door It is the old entrepreneur The one who taught my friend of yore I avoided his chiding stare And took great gulps of salt sea air Good Day, Mr. Johnson I have been expecting you Come along, I'll show you the Moorean view I'll tell you how much he grew