Supernatural Poetry posted September 5, 2013

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Quatrains in iambic tetrameter


by rhymelord

While fog-wrapped cliffs wait up above
on which proud ships still meet their death
she broods upon her long lost love
from whom she sucked the dying breath
Alone now with her treasure chest
filled to its brim with baubles bright
she grieves for what she once possessed
a sailor's spirit filled with light
Behind and all about her weave
cold denizens of her domain
but oh, if she could but achieve
to feel the worth of life again
To know once more the warmth of sun
to feel sea breezes soft and fair
and watch the ocean's reach and run
dry fingers through her sun bleached hair
But, No!  She saw the pirates' hoard
and wanted all of it herself
The sea Gods spoke that all on board
must perish for the ill got wealth
Now she, and she alone, who drove
the ship onto the rocky spikes  
is trapped deep in a seaweed grove
a spirit banned from Paradise
And though she has her wish withal
of riches far beyond her dreams
while lost to her a lover's call
her solitude in silence screams

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