plunging oars down in the pale sea.
his eyes shined anticipating.
Bleached pale clear, shining near,
jewellery sitting heavenly here.
Can’t go back, t’face attack,
waves outnumber the stars in the track.
Bigger ships, faster ships,
displaying greater workmanship
Begin to shrink, as anchors sink,
they look like grains of sand in a blink.
Storms go in, he thinks of his kin,
and anchors the boat, grazing his shin.
Reef, clovehitch, a bowline itch,
clutches his thumb like a tall stitch.
Abruptly, in agony,
he cuts his thumb so aimlessly.
Blood spills out, near the trout,
he jumps in the sea without any doubt.
Deeper down, fetching his crown,
he grabbed the pearl and screamed like a hound.
His heart did ache, in the great lake,
when he found out the orb was a fake.