He went about that early morn
Remembering her favourite wish
Rising well before break of dawn
To beget that prize-winning fish.
While far, far away the night before
As he left her in mother's care,
Little did he know what lay in store
When he would set sail for his daily fare.
Whistling merrily on his boating spree
Piercing the silvery waters calm;
That friendly fun loving fisherman free
He enjoyed the breezes balm.
Under the moonlit gaze that face
Sparkled that bronze tan,
Such sinewy limbs rowing with grace,
The envy of every man!
Circling around the still waters dark
Deep and far did he roam,
He threw his bait, he had hit the mark,
Proudly he set for home.
Yes, I shall surprise her tonight,
Why, I'll be the toast of the town!
All my rivals I'll defeat outright
I shall wear that fisherman's crown!
For a fighter brave, his wounds he nursed
With the salty waters of the sea;
Unaware that he would soon be cursed
By the wrath of the banshee!
A clap of thunder, yes he heard,
As he woefully wondered why;
No kind mermaid to whisper a word
Across that cold, eerie sky.
Then suddenly a tremor, and a shake,
The waves in a series he saw,
Giant-like ascending from a grand wake,
Rendering him speechless in awe.
The wave crests separated by miles indeed
He believed he was in control,
When the walls of water barrelling with speed
Returned with vigour on a roll.
Against the storm he tried to steer
His boat from the swell of the tide,
His anger, it soon turned to fear
As he rocked from side to side.
O' I'm still the master of my domain!
Cried the brave fisherman proud;
But ask of the tsunami's wavy train
Leading to his watery shroud.
The ocean's lair now laced in foam,
The widowed sea prowling wild;
Hunting for another to add to her home,
To beget that long lost child.
The waves lashing the shore declare:
"Why, she'll never get that wish!"
But he shall get the love and care
By all the sea and fish!
For, nymphs will caress that rugged jaw,
That chiselled face like stone;
Nursing his salty wounds raw
As she silently weeps alone.
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