Ode to the Black Jack a poem by Horsecranker Todd

In the deep blue's silent symphony, A tale unfolds, a mystery. A shimmering realm where shadows play, The Black Jack emerges in the light of day.

Beneath the surface, a realm unknown, Where the Black Jack roams, on currents it's thrown. A dance of shadows, a silhouette's grace, In the ocean's embrace, it finds its space.

Oh, Black Jack, in ebony attire, In the ocean's theatre, you inspire. Majestic monarch of the deep, A tale of grandeur, a secret to keep.

On the waves where stories weave, Ryan set sail, his heart on reprieve. A quest for the shadows, the ocean's muse, To capture the essence, no time to lose.

Oh, Black Jack, in ebony attire, In the ocean's theatre, you inspire. Majestic monarch of the deep, A tale of grandeur, a secret to keep.

The reel's sweet song, a battle engaged, Between man and monarch, the Black Jack caged. A dance of power, fins in the moonlight, As the sea bears witness to the captivating fight.

Beneath the surface, where currents collide, The Black Jack's presence, a silent pride. In the heart of the ocean, a silent roar, A creature of majesty forevermore.

Oh, Black Jack, in ebony attire, In the ocean's theatre, you inspire. Majestic monarch of the deep, A tale of grandeur, a secret to keep.

In the aftermath, as shadows retreat, Horsecranker reflects, in silence, discreet. The Black Jack, a monarch in memory, An ode woven in the angler's legacy.

As the sun sets on the ocean's stage, The Black Jack's tale on every page. In the symphony of the deep's refrain, The angler's heart echoes the Black Jack's name.