Violent seas came crashing

On their waves told of sailors demise.

Across the Nantucket sound

Came the screaming of wailing young wives.

For there were no bells in the distance

Nor flags of the ships out to sea

Only forlorn of the sirens

As they release the young souls to be free.

Perhaps the birds will guide them back home,

And away from a watery grave

Away from the grasp of Davey Jones,

And the darkness from whence he came.

From distance came a mournful sound

So softly across the waves,

The tearful goodbyes of broken young hearts

For their sailors that they gave.

Antony King




















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