Upon the final voyage sails a hero, Carter bold,
In the heart of the White House, tales of strife were told.
Though Iran'a chains pulled taut, and the coffer did fold,
In the shadow of peace, his tale was retold.
In the year of twenty-four, under Yggdrasil's bough did rest,
Brave hearts who fought the battle, on this world's noble quest.
Navalny and master Quincy, in saga's book were pressed,
Their tales in the Skald's song, by Odin's throne confessed.
In lands of shaken Haiti, where even hounds dare not tread,
From Port-au-Prince the people flee, by terror's wildfire spread.
Upon a trail cliff-hung, their rugged path is led,
In escape from the gang's harsh reign, their life's frail thread is thread.
