Disclaimer: The SGA and any and all characters, landmarks, etc. affiliated with it are not in my possession. If they were – well, let's just say there'd be some changes made.
This poem is about Rodney, obviously – something of a reflection on his character. I really, truly, did not make it seem to be as fangirlishy as it seems to have turned out – it just turned out that way. References to Trinity are in there – I'd like to think that this poem is something John has been considering.
Sea Lord
You've never stopped a passerby
When walking in a senseless haze
To share the wonder of the sky
Or even ask them of their days.
You rush and scramble throughout life
In search – for what? You do not know
There's something deeper past the strife
Which is the harvest that you sow.
OOO
You've thrown yourself into your work
To snatch the stars from out the night
The hardest task you do not shirk
Although you're nearly dead with fright.
You will not lay your burden down
And have one go forth in your stead
It's best you wear the thorn-swept crown
Then they share lodgings with the dead.
OOO
You're lord of sea. You stand alone
Free in the prison you have made.
You'll work your hands unto the bone
To keep them from the grasp of shade.
A friend of sky – yes, that was true
You played together 'neath the sun
The stars of heaven blocked your view-
You cannot rest 'til you have won.
OOO
And so, at length, pontificate
On all the sorrows that we share
And warn me of your own fierce hate
For all the things you cannot bear.
The sea and sky may stand apart
Yet I shall listen, and be still
With all the power of my art –
By all the power of your will.