ORLOC

The wind was blowing on the main, a flower was in her hair.
My heart was roaring like a lion with love to see her there.
The canvas trembled at the beam.  The mast enjoined the sky.
My hands encircled round her waist. My gaze beheld her eye.
I gathered her into my arms and kissed her deep and long.
I laid her down upon the deck.  I heard the sirens song.
I loved her like a starving man.  I loved her like a storm.
I reached beyond the depths of all the oceans ever born.
I felt the rolling of the waves.  The aching of her need.
I poured the essence of my life into that boiling seed.
From deep within the oceans depths awoke the demon babe.
He heard the writhing on the deck.  From deep within his cave.
He felt the longing of the world calling to his soul.
He saw the glimmer of the dream. The promise born of old.
He saw the hope of golden joy within realm of men.
He reached out for a moments lark to taste the life again.
The magic caught him in it's net.  His mortal fate assured.
The demon babe awoke within the womb where he was lured.
And so was born the mighty one, the master of the seas.
Forever cast upon the waves.  The hurricane his ease.
"He is a demon, that one", was a common turn of phrase.
As from the bow he stood defiant of the tempests rage.
And so the tale is told about the fruit of yearning's deed.
My son is captain "Orloc" of the dread ship "Demon Seed".