The Shredded Sailor

He had fallen clear and the wind pouring past him,
A little passive and hurtling
Through the vast envelopment of night,
He saw her face- sullen and pale yet still a beauty,
Too fast for the mind to hold-
Again and again and he eloped blindly.
And there she was- her gold auburn hair down on her waist
With her tail ready to strike.
And he was a little boy- too afraid of the dark.
And just ahead his spot- the sea.
As he take his steps on the deck, with his hand on his chest,
He jumped down from the ship.
The bottomless deep swallowed him hard
And about twenty faces or more met his eyes.
Oh why had he left?
Down in the sea where the blue begins,
They hauled him down and ripped him apart.