Rising plumes carved midnights mist,
my ship in reefs she slowly lists,
mnemonic sounds defeat their fears
nil my voice in dead men's ears.
Her form upon the jetting rocks;
flowing moon gild silver locks,
eyes of tiny piercing dreads,
mermaid's song haunt pirate heads.
I swim determined toward the beach
black dagger ground between my teeth
up I climb the flesh stained ledge
to toss the mermaid from the edge.
I slow approach my wary prey;
my dagger sharp and hid away,
her chords penetrate to my soul,
my dagger slips and clangs in fall.
She smiles with an urchins grin,
I watch my dagger sink and spin
moonlight sharp against the cliffs
I lunge for her and break her grip.
Down we drop in breaker swells
she rises up I swim toward hell,
I see a speck of tiny steel
I search the bed with desperate feel.
Up I stroke and grasp for air
surface breaks I cough and swear
I spot my ship safe from the reefs
tonight her dirge contains no grief.
I swim and make way for the sand
sinewy pulls her slender hand;
her hair adorned with seashell specks,
her songs refrain, one thousand wrecks.
Captain Cur
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-thousand-wrecks/
