While the Sail Danced Her Dance

Tales of returning On a cold winter's day, With the sails in shreds Dancing every which way, Total despair, Knowing numbered were her days, Looking on her life Through a rain-like haze. A madman driver Hollering in Tomahawk style, Gray epic waters, A sea-going child, As far as the eye could see, Huddled figures Dressed in nautical Style. One once a Scintillating starlet With many eager fans, Clutching at a rope, With cold-bruised hands, Huddled there, While the sail Danced her dance.