Well, Madame

Well, Madame.

Surrender yourself.

Who are you?
And what is the nature
of your mystery?

What is the danger that lurks
so temptingly in your depths?

What is the allure
that ripples
beneath your surface
where the sun can barely reach?

How many unwary sailors
languish in your salty grave?

Am I to join that happy crew?

Avast, temptress.

Mistress of the seas.

Let the canvass fill
the keel groan
and the timbers shudder
ere you bring me to my knees.