Thrawting scarlet caverns he dared not tread,
His sails laid claim by sovereign waves.
Leaving only his wants to litter my bed,
Inclined to delve undiscovered caves.

His oars were lost among the tempting current,
I was no light for his house upon the cliffs.
My remnants of hope left acting as a servant,
For want of a beacon to guide his fingertips.

Our opluent ships never quite landed,
Only debris of the ruined continues the voyage.
Would he not strive to catch me left-handed
Whilst bearing my viscera to a world of spoilage?