Her love sails the sea
But not for gold
He ferries souls
So legends have told
Upon his vessel
For ten long year.
She await him
'Till land he may near
On isle of sorrow
She dare not leave
Lest he come back
On stormy sea
On the beach she watches the sun rise over the water
Yet still knowing that not enough time has past
A child's summers count the years until his return.
Many others come with the sun though.
Every two hundredth and seventy sixth day,
One of the nine must trod on her surrounding soil
'Tis just one of her paths to knowledge
Of her vast kingdom of water
The silent goddess, lover to the sea,
Left more then memory in her wake.
The mystic ways were not lost on waves
And the womanly king takes care not to let them be stolen by time.
Many come to her shores
Many do not leave
It is her very manor that makes them stay
There is an air of desire
Meant only for one man yet seen by all
The beach by no means barren.
Men lay strewn along the edge of great forest.
They lay in the arms of women with pale, unnatural faces.
They Guard their mistress
And she waits
A/N- no copying now. :) Just a little oneshot poem. If you don't like it, well I do and that's to bad for you :P Reviews would be largely appreciated.