She always knew I wouldn’t ride a stallion in the pouring rain
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.
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Author:
The man who talks (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Fable
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