Mesmerized by full moon light

Once flaxen haired, now turned to white

An empty boat in harbor waits

Is this her ill begotten fate?

Mist below her, hidden river

Limbs of flesh, begin to shiver

Standing, waiting, upon the pier

Still the boat does not draw near

Could this all be just happenstance?

Should she await another chance?

With a treasure map held in her hand

She seeks to find the Promised Land

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