On the ship, there were men that were so hideous,
they would get drunk and sing to their lover's songs;
it was a fatal sight to the holy of eyes-
the words have gone
until another dawn.
Ah, you lovers come to sing along
let us keep this passion burning like a flame of candles.
these men would dance around like women,
they would blow kisses to the wind
casting on more sin.
They're an overpowering force of ****** passion
hearted up the room of doom
they know what they are doing wasn't right
but they wanted their own delight
they cast their spells to all the eyes that dropped
they made bloodshed on that stormy night
it cost them all their lives.
as their bodies were cast into the darkening sea
like an evil disease.
- Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery