"Grave design"

Muses, your font of song, let me partake.

Kalliope, mistress, my soul command.

4 winds, direct my verse as I awake,

8 hours of labor yet I might withstand.

To work upon these crafts of grave design,

of hidden talons sunk beneath the deep,

relinquish my good nature and resign;

produce the means of naval power keep.

"Expand the reach of dominance and fear,"

describes the product of my damned career.

Of those who wish to know, I hid it here.