Out a Sea; Love and Me

Dancing, ever so lightly upon the fading veil.
The woman that leapt to hearts from sail.
Who wheeled about in Poseidon's realm, and stole the hearts from helm to helm.
Her voice it seemed, lackadaisical, a fleeting desire that drew you close.
From watery visage and harmonious tones she pulls you into greater hells.

But one man, was untamed by her song.
The woman's nocturne forgotten, and her ode not a charm.
This man, who felt unlike the rest, to love one, of his own flesh.
Than to be swooned by some petty pest.

He raised his voice, and clamorously etched upon the woman's song,
"Thy charms that stole these hearts will pass, thy songs muted like ancient catastrophes, a cataclysm shall befall thy dominion, and the seas will reel in discontent. Away with you foul

Sail charming ones!
Irate with contempt as your melodies are done!
Recant your singing all the more...
Eons shall pass before you write a new score.
Ne'er do well in the hearts I too desire.

But at least, the thing that I do require....
Will not be attained by a liar's tongue, with homage and compassion I will breed this one.
A heart of pure silk made fit for a king, who could not see my faith.
But all the more the same, to hold fast its 'break.'