Sweeping broadly, but impotently,
I could hardly see it there then.
Over the sea and shore and jagged rock,
that prescient warning--
dismissed as ramblings of bitter men.
The sails tore like flesh from bone,
the mast hung feeble and fractured,
the crow's nest drifted away from me,
and amidst the anxious sea, I was captured.
An astral aria wove her watery fingers,
through my hair and dragged me under.
Flailing downward, kicking the flotsam asunder,
through fathoms and leagues, as black as her soul.
The intangible danger sat mute on my lips.
Oh, my love, we deserved this