The Fisherman & the light house keeper Would talk through beams of light They’d make the trot to Salems lot And share their tales of fright The keeper lost his wife to a soul That sailed the seven seas Now he mourns the loss His heart embossed with blackened tragedy What are the odds I’d see you here Well you do venture far but never near See my wife went gone some days ago She laid a note explaining how she’s changed the home (It no longer needs me) With a shake of his head The fisherman said I must return to Land Where he met the missing puzzle piece of the cunning master plan A shortened figure Tortured liver Carefree whispers Told a tale And made a mate for he realised his longest fear That he’d return to land with his wife not there
.LR 432.
