From high above, the tempest growls
A maddened ghost below, rattling the mast;
Cliff-hanging between life and doom
My fate near water’s edge, aghast
This shadow dimming one lone star.
Through smog, a fair maiden appears
Long the tresses, eyes made of green,
Oh, Eurybia casts a bold dare
Within ticks, wreck of sea redeemed;
To calm the dread upon my face.
Ahead I lay on tips of shore
The buoyant glide of milder waves
Is tamed, as siren’s drawl allures,
That even ravaged ghost behaves
While steering me by the coast, she leaves.
I wake to feel a heady scent
Lips tasting salt of restful night,
Away from ghostly hunts that infest;
Till crystal rays snap dream’s delight
Yet in my thoughts, her mystique heaves.
*Eurybia (Yu-wriy-bi-yah)--- Greek goddess of the mastery of the seas,
including the rise of the constellations, seasonal weather,
and the power of the winds.
For Giorgio V.'s Fantasy! (Allegory - Symbol) Contest
by nette onclaud