Mare: I am the brother of the whaler's arm and son to a man named Cal. I am but, a boy of fifteen spread on a sheet of bombazine whose name likens to the sea. They call me a stevedore all akin to the ocean's roar I will set at sea to be, my name cut into the roaring of the deep. Despite my putrid body, despite my addled clause, I will dive deep into its depths. I will carry as your brother in arms soon to be wed to Ophelia......
Set sail she abandoned us, her beauty fled from our town. Those privateers did a number on her house, her town burned to shreds, its now if ever then. I set sail with my enemy to chase the life of pirates in the deep. It has been a year to then. My face is boiled deep my vestry nice and neat. I clean the and partake of all of it to kill and pillage by the sea. Then one day a widow called, and spoke in prose so wintry and so deep. "Find me my Ophelia, money is your drive, bring her back all one piece for she is Leo's bride." The bureaucrat returned all of that then returned to his maiden's adultered life. "She has no fledgling, him from all his maidens tin we will mend his his flesh to rascals please." Alas the captain took him on his offer and left me hurt calling so much faster. "Ophelia, where are you what hast you done to keep yourself to far." That night the heaven's shook and evil crawled aboard our ship. The ocean called the bagman's arm and he ascended from the deep. How could I refuse his sorrowed cry, as waves in tow showed he had no eye. A deal was made, I would be captain of these seas. Ophelia was to die.
Ocean: Weakened and troubled the ocean now bubbles I am but weakened from her light. Ophelia you wench you've contained my sin all amongst that ragged skin. In her eyes lie my eternal wrath; the sins of sailors sealed me inside that calf.
Mare: My ship dragged about drowned in a spout I will last to claim my fee. I am here in the belly of this whale alone with my life entail. I have feasted on my crew, and power has come to liken two and two my eyes are black, my skin is hollowed slack and my soul drowned neath the deep. The island come to wash me about its shores. Hidden then end life's simple scores. Where I step the land will rot returning to the seas. There at last, I see Ophelia bound by willow. One good stab is all I'll do to seal the deal with the Bagman. I remember then the skies did darken and Ophelia dragged into a pool of water by my weighted hand. She was a bound wren waiting like a hen for death or cause of slaughter by my hands. I will stake her then the power of worldly men will not match my might and speed... Approach her then I cast my and stabbed her neath her little heart. And watched her wake.
Ophelia: Darking dear what have you done you've stabbed my heart and smeared with blood. You are not human the Bagman has gotten you power. Destroyed all and all of it gotten you.
Mare: Perish wench I'll strike you down to turn that shine into a frown
Ophelia: Your soul is torn to form anew I place this curse on you, with my air I'll carry you there to ammend for one as so much sin.
Ocean: I am far as black as night come to swallow up this final light. The water risen as it comes I will bleed all but one. Boy join the Bagman, girl release my power. I will drown the light of life for this curse upon we.
Mare: Darling dear what have I done I reckoned then seized at once by the river bed. Ophelia forgive me, I remember my light of aim so weak and soul content on the timber of our errant town. I remember my love content to above I will strike the ocean down.
Ophelia: Take heed young soul for I am gone, but seize not life you forfeit, for it is gone.
Mare: Heed my sorrow, cry great waves I'll cut your heart from your chest. I curse I shiver, I'll break the waters you lie I reap the Bagman and hold him through, I will not take it from you. Abandon all hope ye sultry fiend my blade is fresh and cutting deed. I'll crash down into the waves to split a scalp from you. I've spilled the blood of my own, to share the fate of Ophelia, alas I am no saint. Reveal occursed a sickle soul I plead to the heavens to make me stroll. Hush now lover don't you cry to me, I'll break the tide with this errant fee, I choke I shake on this rancid deep. I'll take this blade and use it to cut deep, ,my blood the ocean's water, my heart the stilled the end of your ragged tide.
Ocean: You bastard dark what have you done, turned your blade in at one. Cut your heart, and bleed the dark. Dammit I'll take you back. Let us both drown, lost beneath the deep.
Ophelia: I cannot sleep with such deep dreams, a man I cannot remember, an errant reverend sunk beneath the deep.
great use of alliteration! nice work...
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