Cliffs of Dover
Cliffs of Dover
© Ben Burton
Leah, lovely Leah, looking good and well tonight
As you walk the Cliffs of Dover with a faint, but regal, smile
And paint your wistful dreams on the facing's chalky white
The Cliffs of Dover plan to keep you for a while
On seven years since nature's wrath came blowing
To channel spirits in salt water long asleep
Appeared a lovely girl steadfastly hoping
To summon fate and make a date with destiny
No clinging ray of hope left to console her
A love knot woven into silken, jet black hair
Three hundred feet below, the crash of rollers
Her champagne eyes reflecting spectres dwelling there
What Siren's tale brought one so young such sorrow
Her spirit riddled with regret she could not purge
And though losers are not favored with the laurel
The winners' cup will render ashes in return
The myst'ry of your heartache ebbs and flows upon the tide
Were you searching for what few folks ever find
Does yesterday's remorse provoke tomorrow's suicide
Another mermaid heeds the call from Neptune's brine
Leah, lovely Leah, look like bloody hell tonight
As you walk the Cliffs of Dover with a ghostly, languid smile
But the haunted dreams you painted on the facing's chalky white
Have faded from the tears of another set to die
The Cliffs of Dover bid farewell to you, dear child
Copyright © Ben Burton | Year Posted 2015
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