• A young woman lived out at the sea
    Alongside her lover, she was as happy as could be

    A storm threatened to break
    All hands were awake

    The woman stood on the bow
    Looking out and uttering, "Wow"

    "Such a storm, it'll be"
    Her lover said grimly

    That night the woman could not sleep
    She left the cabin and saw a sight that made her weep

    A dirty old boat, ragged and tattered
    In the front of the boat; the storm no longer mattered

    As she stared in horror a figure formed
    On that night, she saw herself, a ghost in the storm

    As the wind tossed the waves
    The boats met side by side; like a wreck being saved

    No one moved until her lover came out
    She turned, crying, and he asked, "What's this all about?"

    As she pointed, his gaze had followed
    The doppelganger just smiled

    "Fear not my dears, it will not hurt"
    The woman extended a boney hand covered in dirt

    The figure's mouth moved, but made no sound
    The lovers retreated, spinning around

    "I'll protect you always so never forget"
    "That promise we made I'll never regret."

    They spoke softly
    They embraced the rosary

    The woman screamed in horror
    A hand had entered the foyer

    She could not hold him any more
    Life drained and his body poor

    Soon his flesh was gone and a figure remained
    A ghost of her lover, a lover she could never regain

    When she returned to the deck
    The figure had him around his neck

    "Forever love is strong"
    "We'll be alive again, it won't be long"

    As the woman saw the figures, slowly forming
    They were solid, she was not, and she continued mourning

    "He was taken by a figure of me"
    She sat and cried silently as she disappeared, out at sea.