I tamed the untamable, Calypso,

Her hurricanes, thunderstorms, tempests, gales.

We would be together forever; O,

How life has grown to be weary and stale!

I now know a terrible truth, too late.

She is no longer mine; never was she.

Reverence turns to disgust, love to hate,

And I, Jones, become the scourge of the sea.

My locket, a gift from her, keeps me sane

Through countless wild, deadly, pitch-black nights

When I play its tune again and again

And thrust poor sailors into shaking fright.

I'm a salesman, selling mutation

And fear, a broken, twisted salvation.