Shadowy alley beside the ancient inn
Beyond earshot of a drunkards’ din
Lone figure loiters in the driving rain
Steadfast under elemental strain
Escaping old naval tales regaled
For he shirked and fled the ships unsailed
Dishonour disguised so deliberately
Still wearing the King’s finest livery
In darkest wool Montgomery-made
Hand-stitched concealment of a sailor’s blade
Under oil lamps burning barely lit gloom
Waits with ill-intent to silence too soon
The innocent threat, unsuspecting mouse
Serving girl paramour from the ale house
Heavy footsteps turn her head with surprise
Fiery fear flowing in bright cerulean eyes
Seeking the demise of long-promised plans
Brutally now with once soft, gentle hands
Catching her porcelain neck by the nape
Erstwhile vessel of love and dreams of escape
Sleight of wrist from under dark hooded coat
A rigging knife raised unseen to her throat
Crimson tide deluge deftly freeing his lies
Surging waves forestalling the Sailor’s demise
Secrets corrupted to haematic drops in the ether
Lost on the ensanguined pavement beneath her
Surely granted reprieve of the noose as she dies
Betrayal carved forever in marble-still eyes
Worn leather pouch of silver coins paid
To the travelling brigand wielding a spade
Hurriedly shovelling the shallow dirt grave
Witnessing the Sailor escaping unscathed
Coward callously fleeing our mortuary scene
Where she bides unfound in the world between
Twisted roots of trees, wild funerary flowers
Stowed away aboard ship, the guilty man cowers
Relinquishing a legacy he would never discover
Swaddled newly-born safe at home with another
Surviving alone a score of years as an orphan
Son becomes solider seeking justice for the fallen
A familial revenge tale itself as old as time
Switching glasses in darkness to poison the Sailor’s wine
Thrown cold to the blue depths his saltwater end
His Mother, her murder, their lost life avenged
Myriads of travellers encounter her ageless ghost
Still haunting all sailors absconding crimes of the coast.
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