On a Sailing Moon: A poem
A sailor girl, watches the screeching moon pass by As the hands of her father, fight day and night To the ripple of water and sea Everything she learnt, is here debaissed to see The scattered jewels, and Ruby The Bloodbath, of night afore All she knew and trust has now bathed in sin and love All she owns , is but a memory of long past days Where father and her sail, were past next to a blaze Now the dream of being sailor merchant daughter Is all a haze As she watches the fleeting memory of his eyes, and scattered face