A tragic tale, two brothers bold
and I too frail and old for Her attention
From that first night, they were in thrall
Each sighting drew them closer still
Her tightened net below the swell
She knows Her power, does what She wants
No damsel’s bower here just vengeance
And so, She hooked them, played them well
Her razor teeth, her fin and gill
A golden mirror, comb of shell
Fools captured by the lure of song
And too far gone for rescue or prevention
The scales of love fell from their eyes
Submerged before they realised
The impact of her webbed lies
It was all for her sisters She said,
These boys so handsome but too free with their attention
Their lives the price they had to pay
For foul misogyny of yesterday
She scours the seas for such as they
Now they are drowned and homeward bound
I struggle with depleted crew and pension
A warning to young men from me
Be faithful to your family
For there is peril on the sea
Martin I liked the feel of this one it reads very well
Like a seafaring shanty. It had mystery and excitement.
Excellent Martin, loved this, dark and brooding.