For Bella
Blonde were the locks, her golden hair,
Free in the wind as the ship sailed there;
Laughter so sweet and so keen to share,
The loveliest lass of the seaward fare.
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And never again will I see her smile,
Enjoy an embrace or her velvet guile,
No more will I hear upon the breeze
Wild Mountain Thyme beneath the trees.
Fresh was her smile, her heart so true,
Now she lays on the grass so blue;
Her body was torn and her pattern set free,
As I laid her to rest to find the sea.
Chorus
Green were her eyes, her face so fair,
A warrior's grace with looks so rare;
She strode through the Games with beauty and skill,
The prettiest pirate to crest the swell.
Chorus
Her voice so pure, her lips so sweet,
Betrothed for a day to a bard on heat;
Pride of the corps all our hearts did swell,
Helenica 'gainst the tide she fell.
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(OC Author - Paul Martin)