I see the sea in many shades,

as my love for you fades.

Such spiteful vengeance in you.

I must admit,

the vengeance is in me too.

You went after the lust of Neptune's gold;

diving into his liquid furnace -- bare and cold.

With Thor's might hand you did strike,

crushing the people that you so dislike.

Am I one of those people that you smash with your golden hammer;

As you send me to the ground in a loud clamor?

You abused my trust,

my love;

Sending it all away,

on the wings of a black dove.



You come to me now,

with the gold in your heart,

and the hammer at your side.

And oh! What a pitiful story you did confide!

The one of your redemption and sorrow;

And of the regrets that could kill you tomorrow.

I wish I could help you,

I honestly do.

But oh dear father,

I cannot help you get up from your fall,

because there is no one here for you,

no one here at all.



By: Roy Quebedeaux