Yarn of the Sailors

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

The waves were still

As the ship glided

On the onyx waves

Randomly shimmering silver

In the pearly moonlight.

Cards and bottles on the desk 

They sat in a circle

Singing in hoarse voices

The songs of valor, pride, and sea

Spinning tales of mermaids and sirens. 

'Her emerald eyes, ruby lips

Soft as raspberries,

The tail shining like diamonds

She beckoned to me

Promising to show the buried treasure.'

'Fire at her fingertips,

Honey in her voice,

She swayed with the waves,

Her curves promising surprises,

Only if I brought her the head of the three-eyed monster.'

Laughter echoed in the silent night

Until, one after another 

The sailors sunk 

Into their cold beds

Tired and lonely in the middle of the sea.

Each night the yarn spun

Weaving a web of intrigue

Around the sailing ship

Unknown to the sailors

As sirens and mermaids followed them home. 

***********

Note:
Yarn also means the stories a sailor invents to pass time. So you see what I did here. :)
 Just another day to go.