Lamentations

To the gallows we all will drown, as these black creek waters gurgle in our throats, the sound escapes in silence among the shallows, letting our footprints, scars & marks corrode & erode, but abound we are found, a legacy left for us sea urchins to avail, mounting our ships, we prepare the ropes and sails; seeking the gates of heaven and hell, but when brimstone and firewater prevail, will kind eyes beseech us or set us for a course on a ship that was never meant to set sail?