In skies of brass and gears that whir,
A captain bold, his ship to stir,
A steampunk marvel, sleek and fine,
With engines roaring, gears that shine.

His airship sails with copper and steam,
A wondrous sight, a soaring dream,
With polished brass and leather bound,
A captain skilled, the best around.

With goggles perched upon his brow,
He scans the clouds, both high and low,
Navigating through the mist,
A steampunk airship, none can resist.

His crew, a skilled and loyal lot,
With top hats, goggles, and waistcoats taut,
They tend the engines, stoke the fire,
As they ascend, ever higher and higher.

Through thunderstorms and gusty gales,
They brave the skies with iron sails,
With cogs and gears, they forge ahead,
Where others fear to tread.

With a compass true and maps in hand,
He charts a course to a distant land,
Seeking treasures, adventures new,
In his airship of brass and crew.

So, raise a toast to the captain bold,
With tales of skies and tales untold,
A steampunk hero, gallant and free,
A captain of the air, for all to see!