"Megan Marie"

 

The moon broke through the shrouded sky

revealing a ship with tattered sails;

a haunted vessel that sailed the seas,

an enigma masked in mystery,

She’d seen her share of storms and gales

of cannon fire and mutinies.

Whenever her name was uttered or spoke,

it struck fear in the hearts of the hardest of blokes
for all knew the name of the “Megan Marie.”

Some loves are never meant to be

and hearts oft want what they cannot have

And so her captain sailed the seas

trying to forget the woman he’d lost.

And when they gave his eulogy

they spoke of this pirate who scoured the seas

searching in every port of call
for the woman he loved who held the key...

without her his heart would never be free.

And sometimes, on a starless night,

when the white caps stir from a feral wind

the masts arise from their salty grave

and the ancient ship sets sail again,

fulfilling the ancient prophecy 

of the one who still looks for his Megan Marie.

© Ginny Brannan 2025