Upon the ship, I ride,
never to touch dry land,
a mistake once made,
to be paid for with death.

Birth at the wrong place, wrong time,
has set me on a path,
unpleasant destinies,
no matter how you do the math.

******, hexed, unforgiven,
the spell has been cast,
I shall attempt to avoid,
but not sure I can last.

Grains of salt and holy water,
potions to undo,
ingredients gathered,
to prepare an unholy stew.

The poisoned apple,
a step on a crack,
the voodoo doll,
I'm under attack.