Bound by the Sea

The tale of two young lovers, and the devastating circumstance of their deaths at sea, retold by the lighthouse keeper who witnessed their last moments.

If I could ask anyone what happened this night,

I would ask the lighthouse keeper, and his ageless home

I would ask what they saw this night, wouldn’t it be a wonder to hear,

Let us ask him what he seen..

Tell you not the sins of the sea?

‘I will tell you of the lovers, for a sight it had been,

They travelled from that rock by the bank, and stole across these hazardous waters,

Never stopping , leaping over those waves, you see, ageless wonders I have seen

But this true passion was like nothing I have ever seen,

A thousand ships launched behind them, like for the face of Helen,

They chased these lovers, as they would till the ends of the earth’

If not they be stopped by the cruel hand of the gods ‘

He stopped as a silence broke around the room of the lighthouse

A beauty , a broken form, rested she was by her lover, whose lifeless form was sprawled out on the

Ground, though lifeless take her hand he did, placed like an iron lock, her own slipped in and turned

like a key, her form undisrupted even by breath, even by heartbeat, not a movement, but the hand

To her lover she belonged and he to her

‘what a wonder is this, love I have never truly denied, yet what comfort I see here tonight,

That a love this strong can exist, that he a peasant boy would risk his life to take her away

And she to be without all she has ever known , a countess daughter, I demise,

what love so strong, she lives without

The age of wealth, for this smart young girl, she knew all too well, what real worth costs

In this strange case it was a boy, a boy I have seen before, oh my boy, a peasant, the kindest of all

I saw his young gauging eye watch her, and look here now, her eyes rested, still turn to him, and he

still To her, a sad night this has called, what thousands ships thought they had right, to chase these

Young’uns into the perilous rage of the god Poseidon.

A sad night in deed’ what whispers will be heard, what whispers will be called to me,

As they young lovers will never die, for by their death this night, they were reborn in the sea,

Don’t cast their bodies to the land, but give them to waters,

Let them seep below , to the depths now, they belong, wanderers,

For see them now, our loss we grieve, but they have been given a great gift,

To live under the cape of the sea, to be together for all of time, without these thousands ships

Without their dangerous eyes, they are immortally bound to one another

And to the sea do they cast their souls

Don’t worry now, I will watch for them

I hear their calls already like all the rest, I do not reclaim from the sea

For their keeper I be, for I am the keeper of the sea

And the sea they now belong, so keeper of them I will be

Here young lovers, a locket bound to you, keep hold of that hand young one, never let go.