Rises and Falls

All she was was a pretty girl, eyes a deep forest green, she heard him in the meadows, saw him in the reflection of the sea. She spoke with her father, And he forbade their wicked union, shrunk before a great warrior, so torn in her confusion. Climbing down her window, on a sunday night, while the town lay dormant, under pale moonlight. They met by the waters edge, and they crouched by the reeds, before they pushed off in his wooden boat, her head resting on his knees. As he rowed, she dreamed, Of taking the boat far away, Up and over the mountainous peaks, Of the water’s waves. She undid her bracelet, And threw it in the sea, A gift from her father, Sinking into memory. A cry! A cry! He finds the room is empty, His daughter has left, And he chases her swiftly. His leathery warrior palms, Eyes lit up like a furnace, The boat propelled into motion, as he soars along the surface. He’s gaining on them now, And his breathing bears his rage, furiously taking in air, and replacing it with flames. He reaches out a fearsome hand, and strikes upon the chest, of her young love, much to her distress. They face each other in one boat, As they drift further out to sea, Fear falls upon the young girl, The weather turns stormy. The water rises and falls, and crashes upon their heads, It throws her light body, and drowns her till she’s dead. The water rises and falls The water rises and falls The water rises and falls The water rises and falls The water rises and falls The water rises and falls The water rises and falls The water rises and falls