The dark gothic music pounds in her ears,
It speaks of ghost ships lost on an eerie
Turbulent sea, spectral voices of mutineers
Cries of sailors lost in battles weary;

Eerie phantom tunes invading her world,
Moods to ginger creative juices flowing,
Myriad words sending the mind in frantic swirl,
Drowning her world in his mystic veiling;

Rhyme and meter lost in turbulent waves
As dark music echoes the sailors element,
Ghostly ships haunt the dark watery graves
The mist shrouded in her pirates lofty scent;

Her joyous spirit drifts toward the abyss
Wandering fathoms below the raging crest
Ensconced in the smoky wisp of his maleness;
Captive languishes on her pirate's chest.