‘Twas on one cold November night,
As rain lashed down upon the rocks,
That lined the shore in ragged peaks.
Where moonlight shone in jagged beams,
Across the foam in bubbling gleams,
To dancing shadows on the sand.
Where waves crashed down in endless roar;
The mighty throng of nature’s war.
That on this night so wild and grim,
A lonely figure soaked to the skin,
Cut through the night with chiselled chin,
And stony eyes as black as sin,
That stared straight out into the ocean;
A face devoid of all emotion.
The wind howl causing loud commotion,
And sea black blurred with the skyline.
Rolling waves above her eyeline,
Came crashing down and thrust her under.
She cracked her head upon the rocks,
Whence blood shot out from wiry locks.
But even this did not perturb her,
The ocean’s rage could not disturb her.
She stood upright again once more,
And set her feet down on the floor.
She clenched her fists and drooped her gait,
With head hung low and shoulders straight.
She seemed to tempt Poseidon’s wrath,
And swam into that swirling bath.
She wriggled like a fish through water,
But at her ankles Poseidon’s daughters,
Dragged her down and ever under.
High above the crack of thunder,
From underneath the roaring waves,
Seemed muffled as some distant bell,
From where it came one could not tell.
But soon these worldly thoughts they fell,
As further out and down she drifted.
The ocean swell her body lifted.
And now at last she felt the panic,
As short of breath and swirling manic,
She wondered if to turn once more,
And find her way back to the shore.
Alas for her it was too late,
For now Poseidon could not wait,
To claim her life in eery depths.
And squeezing out her final breath,
She let the sea bed lull her down,
Into the darkness where she drowned.