A witch on the wind
I see her running shadow
cutting through tempest waves.

The moon fractures onto this killing surge
that rises up and greets the vessel’s darkened frame
then scatters back behind those fleeing clouds
which once more hide her sullen face.

And from the ship’s weakening deck, from her battered stern,
from those boards I have walked so merrily,
I'm sure I hear you call out to me
in vain and distant agony.

As the howling wind carries upon his back
the cries of hardened men,
who’s each and every name has passed my lips
as words of friendship given,
I see she nears yet closer still those tragic cliffs,
and I try to walk away,
to turn and walk away.

Instead I watch her wild, tossed sails
trembling upon these turbulent waves,
and I can almost feel her rudder sway
as her body begins to fall and to give way,
from the pressure that within her lays,
in the depth of her below that gives in
to stressful waters and soaring seas.
Great, then greater still, is her leaning,
tipping waves with those frenzied sheets,
I watch the death trap, an imposing black,
getting closer to that hurried deck,
full of cries of, now, fearful men,
taking their last breaths
as living things.
And I try to walk away,
to turn away and walk away,
but I stay.

In the darkness of this fevered night
I watch the battle had by your two mistresses,
both strong and great, fighting over you,
and I, the third, a mere mortal soul
am standing here
watching the death of you.

So there is your mistress true
and there the lady that held me too,
deep in her wooden womb,
she who tries to become
my lovers lonely tomb,
and there is your other love
that full of jealousy and spite
instead has flung your body
on its final flight
into her reaching arms,
into this dark, dark night.

My rival and my friend,
that mistress that I watch,
whose timber body now frays and shatters
against those heartless rocks,
hidden by an angry sea,
her fury raging uncontrollably,
and in the others death takes you there
to keep her company.
To lie you down in her blackest blue,
that which you loved so much
has with her very being murdered you.
Now She will always be beside your still body
caressing your skeleton with her icy hands.
So with both your mistresses will you for ever be,
and never again with me.

Yes, her heart is pierced by jagged edges,
your other love,
so there she falls with gashing wounds,
and as she is pulled down by her heavy burden
so there she carries you down too,
entangled in her web of ropes and other weighty rigs.
Ho how they fiercely fought over you,
and in this battle she too does not lose,
now both mistress and lover true
lie by your side in the darkest blue.

And I, I turn away, I walk away.
So that I can live another day,
I walk away.