Now ye behold

The tale of old

That made our elders cry.

The story of

Two faithful loves

That made two heroes die.

The merchant’s girl

Had skin of pearls

And glowing sapphire eyes.

She walked with grace;

Unto her face

The crowd gave many sighs.

With ivory skin

Like all her kin

And silver locks of hair,

The merchant old

And full of gold

Would need a son for her.

His daughter’s friends

Were all good men

But had no common sense,

The man to claim

His daughter’s name

Could never be so dense.

He searched up high

He looked down low,

But ‘twas a useless act,

“No man can serve

What she deserves!”

It was a sad’ning fact.

The merchant sighed

And might’ve cried

Had it not been for he,

A solid lad

And armor clad

Gave the merchant his plea.

The wedding was

Impressive ‘cause

The merchant had much to spend.

With his girl gone

He settled on

A place to live ‘til end.

The lad’s new wife

Soon brought new life

But soon the danger came,

The lad, a knight,

Would have to fight

To earn money for his dame.

With heavy heart

He did depart

Leaving wife and child new,

Whilst he was gone

They both moved on

And the child grew and grew.

Three long years passed

Before, at last,

The lad (now man) came back,

His love and he

Lived happily

Until the big attack.

Off again he

Left family

And joined the Callekay side,

But he, time this,

Ceased to exist

That is, to say, he died.

But wait, not yet!

The prequel’s set,

But the story begins now, alone;

A child now grows,

And finally goes,

To fetch a wife of his own.

A sailor he finds,

...A sailor of kinds...

‘Tis simply a pirate, ‘tis sure.

He joined their plight,

He’d steal and he’d fight,

To get riches and spices and fur.

On ship he met

Lovely Claudette

A pirate of feminine sorts,

Her soft brown eyes,

He soon realized,

Were his favorite of orbs.

Kidnapped, she was.

He races, and does

Nearly rescue Claudette,

Pirate or not

None could’ve fought

A hundred surly opponents.

A good pirate

(One like Claudette)

Would never rescue another,

Now alone, old,

Lonely and cold

Widower and once a mother;

The merchant’s girl

Once skin of pearl,

Was now beauty-lost and frail.

Her heart still pure

She wasn’t sure

she wanted her life to prevail.

Once contented,

Now lamented,

The merchant’s girl is gone.