He was broken by the ocean while he swam against the tide,
Tide resistant to the currents though frail man,
Man warrior now weary, from outside to inside,
Inside drowning, rather floating, best he can.
Harsher rocks in sight as he fights against cruel waves,
Waves he thrice, goes under for last time,
Time surrenders to the blackness, welcomes dulsey grave,
Grave decision outwith will to climb.
Chancing o’er the tidal flew a lady fae,
Fae in spirit, born from waters deep,
Deep her choice to save him, return him to his fate,
Fate took by hand and led him home to keep.
Drowned in waters churning he draws a living breath,
Breath she gave in elemental land,
Land beneath the surface, life bestowed from death,
Death averted, caught by fae’s fair hand.