There once was a woman who lived on the coast,
And waited there for her lost lover’s ghost.
He’d gone out to journey long on the seas,
But he was lost in the dark waters one stormy eve.
The waves swelled up to fifty feet tall,
Making their wood vessel feel incredibly small.
The surging seas cracked and breached the hull,
Making their endless journey for nil and for null.
All the men were dumped into the sea,
Surrounded by cargo, detritus, and debris.
The water was so cold it stole their breath,
It felt like they were knocking on death’s doorstep.
The raging surf tossed them over and under,
Until they were all pulled asunder.
When the storm broke and the warm sun rose,
Their beaten and battered corpses were exposed.
They drifted there in the shining sun's rays,
And their spirits decreed it was time to float away.
So when the door opened and on the floor bubbled sea foam,
She knew her lost sailor had finally come home.
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