Water Witch Poem: Lament Of The Sea Witch
- On certain nights seen can she be,
when the surf becomes rough from a brewing storm at sea.
A dark-haired woman simply dressed standing in the sand,
where the water beats at the land.
Deep sorrow fills her eyes,
and the tears running down her face are no surprise.
Stand quietly and without comment,
Listen to her story and her lament.
Fell in love did she,
with a young man who sailed the sea.
And he in love with her it seems,
together they had family dreams.
A fisherman by trade,
far out to sea where big money can be made.
Their courtship lasted for three years,
and on their marriage day many happy tears.
His frequent trips kept their marriage from being stagnant,
and one day she smiled at him and said that she was pregnant.
Casting the tarot to check how their future would be,
Shock she felt at seeing future tragedy.
Charms and amulets for him she did make,
begging him to wear them for safety's sake.
Smiling, he kissed her and took what she'd made,
And seemingly did as she bade.
But to superstitious crewmates the charms he gave,
And it was their lives the charms would save.
Caught in a storm his fate was sealed,
and to the sea his life he did yield.
The survivors returned to tell their story,
of those they lost without heroic glory.
A tree they planted for the pregnant widow,
In her husband's memory a weeping willow.
Her tragic story is not yet done,
at Pearl Harbor she lost her son.
A water witch ever was she,
and to her death she walked into the sea.
Now she waits on the Eastern coast,
not as a person but a grieving ghost.
Crying no louder than a whispered sound,
knowing no rest til her family she has found.