Once there was a man who had plenty of courage.

And once he set off for a voyage.

He owned a small ship rather being someone much more than a rich.

There was also an elegant woman on board whom the captain

always adored.

The ship was now ready for the long-long voyage and had enough of

load.

Still luckily the ship was designed in the offensive mode.

The fellow often caught one or two whales on the way,

Water was glowing eerily and the bay was still far away.

When suddenly from nowhere a Siren (Monster) unexpectedly

appeared!

‘Unlucky was the man, the captain’ everyone groaned.

Each pirate took hold of a bow and arrow, a club of gold and the

sharpest sword, and their ship slowed.

The captain was now a little bit worried, not of himself but of his fair

maiden and all the other pirates whom he allied.

Defenders shot one on one arrow, attacked with swords; clubs were

just thrown at the Siren like stones.

No effect that made on Monster which seemed to be like doom. Just

when from somewhere a mystical staff appeared as if a boon.

The staff was shining brightly like a star.

On it was inscribed “The Druid Riders’ Staff” who still settle and raid

but very far.

The endless battle was still going on without anyone’s will.

The Siren had ruined the ship badly.

The battle was like a hammer on an anvil.

The captain took hold of the staff and read the message that came

with it.

On it was written some magical words.

Then the captain recited the words, raising the staff in the air.

The captain told the words thrice.

And this resulted to be very-very nice.

The staff now glowed like a Star; still very old.

It was like a unique epic.

Now left of the ship was just a dozen bricks.

The staff worked or not no-one knows, because the wind still blows.

The ship still rows.

Was that staff enchanted old?

No-one knows, but it was carved with gold.

There was a sea here so vast,

People come here of all religion and cast,

Fish in the water swim so fast,

Not even a few seconds their speck lasts,

Birds hover above the sea so high,

It is hard to say hi or bid good-bye,

Elegant is the sun, to watch at dusk,

Mothers and old folks go there without any fuss,

Captains with pirates set here on voyages,

With them they take numerous of cages,

The water of the sea was saline,

So adorable and lovely is the marine,

The crowd was back on its way,

Incredible was the day, they say,

Now lonely and silent were the lanes,

The great sea was still again.