The sun had fled the sky before the storm.
she stood upon the quayside in the gloom
the thunder deafened with a crashing boom;
her cloak wrapped tight around her tiny form.
He perished many years ago at sea
the ship and crew were swallowed by the deep,
and now a lonely vigil she will keep
knowing that her soul cannot be free.
She took her life that cold and dreadful day
her wailing rises with the ocean’s roar,
once a year she’s seen upon the shore
a misty form that slowly fades away.
The seagull overhead shrieks one last cry
as lovers bound by fate died with a sigh.
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What powerful sadness! Great write 
