Hero's face was gaunt and tanned, his sail was set in search of land
His life-raft, solely by him manned was guided by the tide
Heroine wore fleecy white, she beckoned like some saviour bright
Shipwrecked sailors in the night were bid welcome to her side.
Where one man's search must surely cease, the irresistible white fleece
Led Hero in search of the peace which she alone could offer
Thus he knelt before her feet wary lest their eyes should meet
He knew his life was incomplete for he had yet to suffer.
Enticing Heroine so calm took Hero firmly by the arm
Told him that she meant no harm, that she alone could save him
Hero could no longer speak while realising he was weak
His life increasingly grew bleak for all the love she gave to him.
While storm clouds gathered high above, the Heroine he grew to love
Turned slowly to a snow white dove and spread her wings to fly
Crushed and broken in the end, Hero watched his soul ascend
Knowing that he was condemned to sail all alone to die.