Entwined With Death and Sea

I was never destined for a great love story,

A Romance of the ages.

But oh, how I have come to fall for such opposing forces.

The first was a man clad in shadow,

Cold-blooded and too often villainized.

A constant figure of the gallows.

He was the hand of death,

A king of another land.

A judgement to everyone’s last breathe.

But he was beauty and beast,

Two sides of the golden coin.

And I did not wish to be saved by any priest.

So I went down to that cold land,

To meet the man.

And found my heart could expand.

And I became a friend to this brother,

Wondered if we could be lovers.

But of course there was another.

And so the second,

Was a man I found at sea.

And to me he beckoned.

As he walked above the waves,

I spied from the boat.

But he saw me and contemplated if I was brave.

In deep slumber,

He’d visited my mind.

To see if I could outnumber.

But the more he came to me,

And I to him.

It was too clear to see….

Oh, how could I have forgotten him,

When I left from Greece.

A fate so grim.

To remember years later,

The man of the sea

When another had asked for my favor.

To remember the passion,

And yet to love another.

Such tragic fashion.

For how could I chose?

Between the two.

Not when I would lose.

And so I became entwined,

By death and the sea.

Forever to be.