Story of the weather

We had dreamed of mule men puking  by the thousands at a English tea 

We where none of them 

She always knew I wouldn’t ride a stallion in the pouring rain 

She herself had seen me as a golden soldier winning battles in the captain’s quarters 

It was a English captain vs no soldier but just me.

Rapier where out and candles flickered on a clipper ship 

Those outer banks had the hull busted and we both most surely would sink like a ox just off where they where planning to have a cornerstone of lighthouse put down 

 

She always knew I wouldn’t ride a stallion in the rain 

The sister ship fired a canon into the air 

Lights the room through the stain glass blue and green smoke filled cavern of a wooden grave we both accepted as equal ground 

 

Wood carvings in the mantle piece caught his eye  old Greek gods with a chipped cheek 

My rapier raised him up just a bit as blood choked a hero and decided the victory. 

 

I can’t forget the hero that died as I watched mermaids stare into me. 

 

His body was found at noon they say 

Mermaids took me to a pirate ship where I spent my days that where left for me. 

 

I never seen my woman again 

The rumor is I have daughter who took the hand of captain that had been found. 

Some say he crawled to shore near the rocks just up the sound. A wild horse lowered it’s head as the pouring rain began to fall around.