Wind and Waves

Through the waves the worst of sails,
Drifts within the ocean wind,
Beneath it the frenzied whoosh of pails,
Bailing water from the ammo bin.

Through the waves a tattered hull,
Scrapes its way along the reef,
In wind and rain no time to mull,
Upon the way it has come to grief.

Through the waves a weary mast,
Dances through a dance of death,
When a sword of light the sky has cast,
Strikes its nest and steals it’s breath.

The bow shudders as metal moans,
And heartwood trembles in its wake,
It bleeds its blood from kegs of beer,
And upon its deck it burns its stake.

Through the winds sails a ship.
A ship of ghosts and raging fools.
A Ship who failed to give the slip,
To Death from Nature and her tools.

Guess the guy :P

Harvest 
There is a hooded figure between the rows,
Strolling by without a care,
His head the vested nest of crows,
Stalk by stalk fall through the air.

Evening falls, He turns away,
From the darkening rows of mortal light,
Stride by stride he makes his way,
To the dwelling where he spends the night.

Behind him stalks begin to slow,
Movement sapping from every limb,
Until they freeze, bent like bows,
And the field’s light starts to dim.

At the portal he pauses thus,
His shadow framed in doorway,
Turns his head to look at us,
And walks in as we turn to gray.