Description from original post (created 2012-06-22 10:55):
Please note that poetry is best enjoyed spoken aloud.
Gather round and a tale will be recounted
Not proud are we for our actions amounted
To the namesake of our ship.
Tired but true, respect The Drowned Lady,
Deserving of having her full sad story
Told in its whole in this trip.
To was a blustery night, like so many others
We fought it with strength, sisters and brothers
Facing the windo s cruel whip.
We scurried and hastened, strugglino and mending
Hopeful, afloat by the skilled caulking and tending
Of our beloved ship.
The moono s slivered orb was kissing the sea
When we spoke and made the discovery
The steward manned not his strip.
Some lackey, smart lad, had a hunch and found
Captaino s wench and steward, sprawled on tho ground
And told us such in a quip.
The captaino s fury usurped tempest and weather,
He went for proof below-deck and saw them together,
Locked lip to lip.
The storm forgotten in this whorish betrayal,
We descended upon them with tooth and with nail,
To beat, to rend, to rip.
Stewardo s soul and body were parted in the vicious attack
And the lady of the captain cried, pleaded but alack
No mercy was found on the ship.
She was bound with cuffs, weighted and strong,
To tho anchor she was chained, and then led along
To the rhythmic flaying of a whip.
She did not walk the plank she was instead coldly thrown
Into cold waters by cold men on a cold wintero s dawn
The lady left life and ship.
I looked over the edge but was one of the few
Be assured that the sight of doomed eyes staring back at you
Guts you gullet to hip.
When the rage passed, regret came bitter and strong
The captain tore at his hair and bawled hard and long
And at his clothes he did rip.
It is so simple and sad, but the tale has been told
And though it is long past and the witnesses are old,
Because of proud men whose shoulders bore a chip,
The Drowned Lady is the name of this forsaken ship.
