Somnabulant sea, where do you flow? Has the antithetic halo of emulated heroes gone down in the storm of illusion? Where are the sailors that resigned to the flag? Their honor forsaken to th edeep. The ships of destiny, washed ashore in beauty’s anarchical wave. The battlefield only a parlor game to aristocrates, red with the blood of treachery, of those that sit at the Captain’s Table. – Sinz
Anarchical is the blue wave of farcical (in rerum natura). – Esinz