Sleep not tonight sailor,
Artificial moonlight bereavedly beams the window,
A story to be told,
In this cold forsaken night...
Twas a damsel,
Thousanth five hundreth fifty five nights,
The Damsel promised not forget the scorpene,
No matter how occupied is the nautical day,
Damsel shall not consign into oblivion,
The faint memories of that arachnid,
Instead, the poison lingers,
An effect of calm and patience conjured,
As the Damsel summoned the remembrance.
Could not forget the tenderness good and care,
of the deathstalker species...
Time to time,
In the far distance of a delusional dreams,
All castle in the sky,
They were still good, overjoyed,
Damsel starts to blame herself,
requesting time reverberation,
If only maturity is at hand she claimed,
Dispersal would not have happened..
If clocks rewind,
Lay down everything shall the Damsel do,
Staying by its side is all ever mattered,
Reticently following that creature,
Even if the heart is others property..
A celebration of birth,
A should celebration of anniversary,
the very next day..
How tomorrow was a message in a bottle,
came to deliver celebration of year worth,
It never happened..
Does he hears it...
Is the Damsel seems to forget..
to forget..
or to recollect. . .
And so the story ends,
As boat sails into the sea,
and wept.
