The seawind carried me a song, /
of a wooden ship in unknown times. /
‘The serpent’ there is written, /
in gold upon its hull. /
A young cap’n stands erect, /
on the railing just above. /
Gazing in the distance, /
with eyes of green and grey. /
He is free and feels the wind, /
sees birds in perfect blue. /
And behind him on the mast, /
a wench is breathing hard. /
Cought in his trap he made her captive, /
and tied her to his ship. /
She struggled to get loose, /
but failed to break the knots. /
Enduring sunshine she stands /
and awaits the final verdict. /
The cap’n looks out once more /
to the far away horizon. /
Thinks about the power he gained, /
by killing so many men. /
Then he turns to see his prisoner /
and wants to say the word. /
But he utters only silent whispers /
of how she stole his compas. /
Without a word she got him lost /
in the sea of his own desire.
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