a Sailor and a Voice

There once was a young man, who traveled throughout the sea.
He had a dark secret — a Voice, hidden deep within him,
Who had Knowledge.
It seemed to be lion inside of a lamb,
It kept being silent, but once did remind who was damned.

The Voice of a woman fulfilled both his thoughts and weak mind;

"I used to know some men, who were like you, just of your kind.
From now you know me, and we'll never again be apart,
I'll conquer your body and capture both soul and your heart".

"For what?" — he asked, while being coming with alternate path,
To set himself free of the glimmering, unholy wrath.
Young wife of his prayed, not turning her sight of the sea,
He knew — she was waiting, oh how she was waiting for him.

"At last, become free! Be my own ruler, and not just a voice.
Sometimes I think: I am not real and don't have any choice...
But you'll give me freedom I thought I will never regain.
You'll once fall asleep, and wont wake in forever again".

So brave was the sailor he didn't get shaken, nor scared,
He tried to hold on to that fragile and glimmering thread
That led him to sanity, bright spark in omnibus dark.
He slept for some time, but he always kept eyes on the arc
Of her prophecy: each day exhaustion was bringing him there.
Three months he kept fighting, but slowly got drowned in despair.

***

"Oh, my dear wife,
I'm so happy to see you at last!
Your soft skin, long hair and the prettiest spark in the eyes,
I love you. Dont cry, my heart, I won't be gone anymore".

She sighs "How you've changed!"
And smiles brighter than ever before.