Folktale Week : Lost

A fisherman of many years

I know the sea quite well

But on this particular day

I must say 

the waves they overwhelm.

The winds surround so gently

As I sing a hearty tune -

The nets are set overboard

Our boats guided by the moon.

A sway and unruly rocking

A crisp and gusty eve….

“Hoist the nets you merry men!”

And we let out a thunderous

“Heave!!”

But our catch was quite peculiar

Our catch was a maiden fair

She hummed a song that captivated

And let down her jet-black hair.

Our ears perked and listened

We all froze in our place

And one by one she called us

To our underwater graves.