Chained to an Ocean

It is one thing to lie upon a rock,

Awaiting your fate,

But if the rock is not there? 

What if your fate is come?

What if he has you already?

What if your rosy cheeks are sullied already 

By serpentine eyes that look upon your chest with greed? 

That is your destiny,

To wait patiently in pain and vice,

Awaiting the day you are purified,

So your beauty can be reaped all over again...