by JoËoL

I spy with my little eye
A ship set sail on a sea of lies
The Pearl she’s known by companions adored
Of whose company she seeks and swings open her doors

But Black one she is, for I be on dry land
The only one left who can take’er by hand,
And lead her away from this filth and this madness,
Satiate her with bliss, a bliss free from all sadness

They go to and fro, from here then to there,
Day in and day out, yet they know not to where
Ebbing and flowing with the change of the tide
Her lovers a many, each short by her side

Yet her cries, if one hears them past wilted and rotten,
Host plea for that love which is now long forgotten
That love of which only a spark still remains
That love which if nurtured purge all dry rot and stain

Not rhyme nor reason, nor change of the season
Can put a good end to all of this treason
For this one and just one has the power to end it
With a stroke of the pen, to Hell I would send it

Oh, my Black Pearl, won’t you turn back and see
What you miss leaving me, my Queen of the Sea?
Heaven agrees, and your chances were many
Forever now cursed with a consciousness thinning

©2011 RGiA