~ The Demise of the Privateer (Part 2.)A Poem by~ Everyone has a story about the sea
- 1639 “The Flemish Coast” He was a good sailor, in his younger years The first lieutenant from Flanders One of the finest ship pirates And the many cabins, they where rich The wood layer that stood bold and And even an blind could hear the masts Fluttering in the right direction The wooden ship, had a typical noise The swell made her cracking beautifully Ropes were tightly lashed for storms to come As the North Sea could haunt when weather Wasn’t in their advantage, Julien took the helm Not knowing that the ship was cursed A huge storm came, and he had the rudder Into the right direction, it was too late He saw nothing than an high wave And he and his crew capsized, into The layers of the deeper ocean Were they went down in fate Julien chocked and had his last vision The salty water reached his throat He only could think of the woman He lost one year ago, after forcing himself on her And saw his own death now as she did He could only wish, it wasn’t that painful He lost his consciousness and it was quiet No more thoughts, left on the Oh’ so useless Seabed, full of algae and dark substance In the distance their lay another ship wreck On the bottom already perished, and in dissolution But from one of the windows came light It was the Green Nymph of the North Sea She swum to him, and touched his hair Discovered his face, as she recognized him Other sea nymphs accompanied her in a circle Around him, she blow him back to life He developed his gills and looked her in the eye… ~ To be continued ~ Elisa Laura
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16 Reviews Added on August 22, 2012 Last Updated on March 28, 2013 Tags: Poetic Story, E.L. The Dunkirkers, North Sea, Mythology, Fantasy, History Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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