Sep 8, 2023
Prompt #2: Bark
Woe be the tides on the morrow When the hound is set loose from his chain The cries of a maid drawn to sorrow As her lover bears crimson stain He set sail at dawn with a smile And bid her await his return Yet sunk to the depths by a mile Neath the swell of the oceans churn Woe be the tides on the morrow When he spied the black at sea For the hound did howl, teeth bared to swallow That maidens sweet lover with glee