Call Of The Sea Poem by Amera Andersen

Within her deep, dead sailors dwell
And in her keep are souls that fell
She lulls them with her mystery
In hulls of ships from history

Such spirits weep, locked in her cell
Within her deep, dead sailors dwell
With treasure maps greed lures them in
And pleasure soon obscures their sin

They could not wait when they set sail
But it’s too late to tell the tale
Within her deep, dead sailors dwell
And now they reap their last farewell

She waits for you so patiently
In straights and channels wind and lee
Come seamen sleep and she'll foretell
Within her deep, dead sailors dwell