The Sweet darkness of the Story Teller (dedicated to Poetessdarkly)

Dive into the cool blue waters

 of the sweet story teller; this one’s for you Liza:

 when soul-less men roamed the world for plunder

creatures of the briny waters silently did whisper

 neath the cloak of night hunting mortals seeking glory

ravaging scavenging the prestine wide Sargasso Sea

 some saw the breasts of mermaids when they leaped

 beneath the waves to endless sleep, some saw

leviathan eat their wooded vessels with one bite

names, faces lost forever in the dead of night

 only the silence of the blushing moon left to protest     

 frothing blackish waters contentedly at rest

rocking quiet as the flight of a butterfly

 inspiring the rhythm of the mariners’ lullaby

only the sweet dark story teller truly will ever know

the mystery of dead forgotten sailors lost long ago