Lost Mariner Poem by Paddy J. P. Harris

The rain falls down and lulls me to my sleep,
And as I lay enchanted by the sound,
A tale it murmurs of the salty deep.

It tells of an isle all hemmed around
By crashing waves and ghastly monsters wild,
But where a grey and lonely man is found.

Left upon the land when but a child,
They say, now gone a thousand years ago.
Lost to men, the fates have darkly smiled.

For he is cursed to ever older grow,
Forbidden death, the doom he used to know.