Yes

yes
I accept the offer
yes
I am your brother
yes
we are on a sailing vessel
yes
the captain is an alien
yes
that’s no moon
yes
I have an eldritch sword
yes
the galaxy trembles as I subject it to a brutal dictatorship built on magic and fear
yes
we meet in a restaurant

No

You are not the one
who will save the world
from the man with the axe
or the woman with the spear
you are not the one
who will save that cat
from its perch in the tree
or the other cat’s claws
you are not the one
who will save yourself
from the sanctimony
of this bad poem