One Thousand Wrecks

Rising plumes carved midnights mist, my ship in reefs she slowly lists, mnemonic sounds defeat their fears nil my voice in dead men's ears. Her form upon the jetting rocks; flowing moon gild silver locks, eyes of tiny piercing dreads, mermaid's song haunt pirate heads. I swim determined toward the beach black dagger ground between my teeth up I climb the flesh stained ledge to toss the mermaid from the edge. I slow approach my wary prey; my dagger sharp and hid away, her chords penetrate to my soul, my dagger slips and clangs in fall. She smiles with an urchins grin, I watch my dagger sink and spin moonlight sharp against the cliffs I lunge for her and break her grip. Down we drop in breaker swells she rises up I swim toward hell, I see a speck of tiny steel I search the bed with desperate feel. Up I stroke and grasp for air surface breaks I cough and swear I spot my ship safe from the reefs tonight her dirge contains no grief. I swim and make way for the sand sinewy pulls her slender hand; her hair adorned with seashell specks, her songs refrain, one thousand wrecks.