The Nymph and the Bottle of Bones

I slept in waking, walked no milestones Until I came upon a shore A nymph shaking bottled bones She sung of Aphrodite's lore For hallowed war, for seductive stroke I piloted a well gunned ride They revered me for each enemy broke Until I took to the clouds to hide In flames I fell from above Cut down by a red baroness I crashed into the field of love For my want to 'fess, her ill caress I stumbled through the thistle row And bedded beneath a yew I ate the fruit that danger sows Though I arose so clean and new At the shore I saw a boatman Who told me the nymph had died He beckoned me to cross the ocean I retreated to find if he had lied In wind swept sand I found her bottle With bones and note inside By which now it made no rattle But read "This beauty's song saw love denied"