Tungstenturtle Poetry

Three Sisters

In a tavern at the shore,
you will find sailor´s yarn,
non of them will ever bore,
they have a certain charme.

Woven from imagination,
and whiskey and some rum,
the taverns maid an inspiration,
another tale to come.

At the foundation some reality?
Go there and find out,
if you want certainty,
I will tell what is the story about.

Once Sinbara, a godess of the sea,
had three daugthers of her own,
not suiteable for dinners tea,
their names found on a tombstone.

Altair, was the youngest among them,
beautiful and a mastress of the word.
an aristocratic femme,
with your mind she easly interferred.

Velura, a toxic and dangerous princess,
the roe, her holy animal.
her skills she would never go confess,
dagger, poison and manimal.

Herisme, a strong and brutal fighter,
eight tantacles and mastress of the storm,
not much of a diplomat and writer,
a natural with trident, battle born.

One silent night, a clever captain came along,
found the castle under water,
his greed and desire was strong,
longed for every daugther.

So he played the lyra, sang with the ozean,
lured the beauty beasts from their den,
investigating the commotion,
found the pirate playin‘.

With no storm and the power of the moon,
the seaman with elven blood,
caged the sisters in a cage of tune,
and left before the flood.

Peace came to the underwater land,
the mothers pleasure high,
soon the godess came to understand,
her daughters missing, is the reason why.

Hesitation came to her, should she let them go,
Enjoy the silence and the lovely life,
the girls themselfs, were punishment altough,
forget them, let the kingdom thrive.

But the peace it did not last,
not a single week.
was the godess brave or weak, did the people ask.
so Sinbara left the throne, for a daugthers seek.

Anger reinged over her mind,
she found the ship, and forced it on a cliff,
for mercy she was already blind,
Lighning from the sky above, fried the little skiff,

daugthers, captain, crew and ship,
they all died on that day,
the godess had a curse on her angry lip,
may the ghosts of all of them here forever stay,

To protect the loot and treasure,
and her daugthers bones,
beyond every imaginations measure,
in sacred cemetary stones.

So if you will be brave enough,
to enter ship and grave,
overcome the passage rough,
you have to be brave.

Fight the undead sisters there,
in their eternal trap,
after your victory, you should choose with care,
find the precious things, along side all the scrap.

As you can soley take a single item just,
otherwise the godess curse will hit you even so
even the ship itself will erect from dust,
now hero, take your chance and go.