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Ballad 1 - The Tomb of Crash and Spray

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I wrote this one a couple of years ago but it was my first ballad and I enjoyed the form too much not to post it on here. Enjoy:)


She stood by the water,

Tears trickling down her face,

Waving her silk handkerchief,

This was the place.


The sea was a torrent of fury

As the wind whipped through her hair,

The pelting rain was screeching hags,

Feeling no mercy, no care.


She stood there, bedraggled and sodden

Her soft heart full of grief.

She was saying farewell to her loved one,

She was drained of her hope and belief.


That night the ship set sail

Across the stormy sea.

The wind raged and buffeted,

Ignoring the sailors’ plea.


Then, a shard of lightning

Pierced the hellish sky.

The night was over, the light was out

As the captain let out a cry.


Down came the mast,

And down came the sails,

Down came that final wave,

that stopped the sailors' wails.


Now, the sea was calm and still,

But in the pale dawn light,

The ripples formed an archway,

With the wreckage just in sight.


Back on land she waited,

She waited day and night

And she stared out of her window,

Willing a ship to come in sight.


Each day she walked to the shoreline,

She cowered down in shame,

She wept to the wind with a broken heart

Now certain that she was to blame.


She knew now what had happened,

She gave her life away,

As the tear- salt ocean beckoned her

To its tomb of Crash and Spray.


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iandrews
May 30, 2020

you,re an excellent big sister and poet

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iandrews
May 30, 2020

amazing i love it

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