Thieving Tempest

She picked him up and flew him down the bay,
The mistress of the cold and salty air,
He cried and screamed into the wild spray.

A solitary, wistful lad in grey,
Alone was captured in her icy stare,
She picked him up and flew him down the bay.

She took him where the sea foam went to play,
Her windy talons like a savage snare,
He cried and screamed into the wild spray.

Above the earth, they soared beyond the quay,
His respite and sole place that he could bare,
She picked him up and flew him down the bay.

She bore them on her wings of black decay,
Toward her decomposing, putrid lair,
He cried and screamed into the wild spray.

His fate had swooped down like a bird of prey,
Deaf to his anguished wails of despair,
She picked him up and flew him down the bay
He cried and screamed into the wild spray.