For a one-eyed, blindly loving pirate
it’s either dryer than a desert
or wetter than the seven seas..
Either beset on either side
by lovely sirens..
Or begging for affection
from his one and only
loving mermaid
on his knees.

It’s so ironic..
maidens long the most for sailors
that they cannot easily get..
as for a maiden who will love him
through the calm and stormy..
perhaps he hasn’t found a treasure
of this caliber quite yet.

Perhaps the time has come
for this Sea Devil
to finally jump ships..
And to set sail at once
upon his trusty galleon..
towards a distant coast,
towards a pair of loving lips.

Towards the one
who signed his letter of marquee..
the one who sees him unconditionally
and the one he seldom has the privilege to see..
who is she? who else could she be..
none other than his one and only
Queen of the Underworld..
Persephone.