A seahorse tossed on lonely waves.
Riding crests of fiery foam.
Rolls out at play with maids of mer.
Ducking and diving, reaching for breath.
Neptune grabs his chariot, corals his fragile babes.
Harnessed to his mighty craft, as midnight strolls o'er the stormy sky.
His ladies of mer are on the look out, peeping at the cruising ships.
Peaking and dropping as they toss.
A chariot of Neptune,crunched
Crunch, those rotting timbers ****** and blasted.
The vessel falls.
Succumbed to sea, to see no more.
No more the fatal ship to shore!
(C) Livvi