The Soulless Sailors Poem by Steven Robinson

Her wind swept hair, partly covers her face, not masking her beauty.
Her high check bones glistening as the sun shines upon her face.
Her chest rising, catching breath as she sings across the cliffs.
Come to me my beloved, I call to thee, make haste across the sea.

Battling the elements, he tightens grip upon the bow,
shouting, barking orders to his men, all loyal to the end.
He think he hears her sweat calling, her face appears, formed out of rain.
They are spurred on, the quest is nigh, a darkened sky.

She know he's listening, though his goal is set,
a path forged between each crashing wave.
His compass, her heart, her form well known,
his love for her, his strength of task.

The raging sea, calls his name too, beckoning,
waiting for a victim, a passing ship, the lives of men.
Sails are torn, the crew are weak, yet their resolve is strong,
they sail into the mouth of the maelstrom.

They will save their queen, and serve their king,
she calls to them, she continues to sing.
Her captives throw her from the cliffs,
her song, now herd by fish.

He arrives on shore of the prison isle,
her body washed upon the shore.
They carry her up the sandy banks, and light a funeral pyre.
His prayer is vengeance, now a hollow soul, he swears.

An oath, a curse, which binds the souls of all his men,
they cannot find their way home again.
Never resting until they find their peace,
the soulless sailors they will be.

Written by S.C.Robinson 05 August 2008