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" Wraith "

Always during night and as the moon drifts by~
Most often as well when skies are quite clear~
There comes without thought an image to my eye~
That of a wench who in my heart has become dear~
 
She sails with me daily through the seas I love so~
Wrapping her arms about me in my ear whispering sweetly~
I hold her close while these great winds do blow~
A wench who now has so captured me completely~
 
Yet during the dark nights when the seas finally abate~
She comes to me without condition to give me her love~
The winds cease their furious howling when 'tis this late~
The only thing aloft is high in the rigging her small dove~
 
This wench I have learned during my days on the seas~
Is but a wraith of beauty and tenderness so fine~
Yet her true greatness is simply her ability to please~
An ol' SeaWolf who has wandered throughout all time~
 
Sailing the oceans of the world and the isles of sand~
There never has been for this one such true emotion~
As now found in the embrace of this wench so grand~
'Tis a feeling which carries within a wild notion~
 
Could it be possible to love the winds and the waves~
Yet also embrace such a tender wraith with such devotion~
'Tis said by those who do set sails to the winds~
That it will only be yourself one day the sea saves~
 
Methinks now there must yet be another way indeed~
The wind speaks softly and the moon does lead~
For to love this wraith and the seas above all else~
In so doing 'twould be but the saving of himself~
 
The direction becomes as clear as the brightest of stars~
This course is chosen by a force from afar~
There must be a time when this man of the sea~
Accepts these things which simply must be~
 
SeaWolf
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