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

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