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Serena

Abhinav Nair

When the torpid rays of a winter’s morn
kissed me ship, haughtily forlorn,
I cared not a bit for a soul so torn,
for a pirate's death, had no one to mourn.

Sailed I did, into horizons unknown,
with many a pillage, and scars turned brown,
they warned my thirst, for coffers' abyss,
ain't no treasure so big, worthy of a Mermaid's kiss.

Ah! I saw her glow, leaning on a rock too near,
swaying to the tantrums of a mellowed tide,
singing a song, no sailor would fear,
wearing a smile like a virgin bride.

With a skin so bright as the dazzling dew,
she ain’t a bloody landlubber like you;
for I see pearls of salt adorn her brow,
a gift of the seas, where no winds blow.

“Halt should I, sailing to the north of Carina,
oh maiden of the Seas, let me call you Serena!”

“Join me on me haul, and I’ll adorn you with me finest plunder,
you be me bride, I ain't an old salt; for you my dear, I’ll wreck this ship asunder!”

Aye!
She came near me, leaned over the deck, with luscious lips leaking like a dredge;
squiffy and seduced, humming the sailor’s last song, with a bottle of Rum, I scurried to the edge.
We kissed like lovers, salty and dry, separated by many a nightly horizon;
into to the Ocean’s depths she dragged me so, locked in the kiss of unholy treason.

Ah, sailed I did, into horizons unknown,
with many a pillage, and scars turned brown,
they warned my thirst, for coffers' abyss,
ain't no treasure so big, worthy of a Mermaid's kiss.


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