The Legend of Jezebel

The harbor lights shine on a sea of ebony. That beckons come here, come here to me. This strange impulse that commands my mind. Brings forth a longing to leave this world behind. The sweet caress of the salty air. As I walk into the water totally unaware. A hypnotic trance is what lured me here. And as I venture deeper where is the fear? The splashing of the waves against my chest. Like it is trying to push me back, that it knows what is best. As I gradually regain control of my mind. Twas a far better place I tried to leave behind. I trudged my way back to the shore. And layed there in thought for an hour or more. As I lay there thinking on what I had nearly done. I thanked the Lord for this victory I’d won. What evil spirit got inside my head. That beckoned me, and wanted me dead. It pulled me in and led me away. It was like a game, one I had to play. There is a legend they say around these parts. Of a lonely girl with a broken heart. That calls out some nights when the moon is right. And will lead you in to the briny night. They said her name was Jezebel. And she could never rest for her souls in hell. And upon this place she drowned that night. So if you are ever around come only in the light.