She tends the tavern down by the sea,
night after night so delicately
she pours the whiskey and brews the ale
for the ship-worn sailors longing to sail.
Her stories are few, but she hears them all -
from giant squid and sirens that call.
But never does she hear of what her heart longs for,
her long awaited lover walking upon the shore.
...
Years have passed as her life does too,
and still she waits as good lovers do.
Her beauty it fades but still she waits,
for her long lost lover, to hear his fate.
One stormy night she hears his voice,
ghostly and faint, she has no choice -
she wanders down to the tide-kissed coast,
and visions appear of what she longs the most.
One glance of his eyes she waves goodbye to the land,
taking ahold of his frail boney hand.
Upon the sea she dances with him,
vowing to never allow him to leave her again.
The waters consume and cover her whole,
forgetting her life, forsaking her soul.
Two black holes stare back into eyes,
never once does she falter as the sun rises.
They found her washed upon the grimy sand,
her own flesh holding bones of a hand.
Contentment she wore in the smile of her face,
laying within a skeleton's embrace.