She rises up with octopus,
the tendrils tangled in waves.
Seeking out the pirate's ships,
and booty within the caves.
On tempest tossed seas of night,
controlling all the deep.
Snatching all the sailors,
while in the decks they sleep.
She casts a spell of sea life,
in darkest squalls and foam.
The magic of her evilness,
pray never be alone.
Lightning is her mantle,
this white witch of the sea.
And if you hear her screeching,
you nevermore will be.
Dixie Lynn
2/29/08
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