Beach Throne for a Pirate Queen

Salty strands like seaweed tossed, Sapphire coat by ocean washed, White linens cling like gull's soft cries, On splintered throne, where wreckage lies.

Palm's whisper tales of treasures lost, Waves crash a chorus, tempest-tossed, Sun paints her skin with coral hues, Eyes hold the storm, and heavens bruise.

Alone she sits, defiant, grim, Her laughter lost in ocean's hymn, Shell fingers trace the ship's carved name, Ghosts of battles whisper flame.

No fear in the gaze that meets the sky, A stormbird spirit, wings held high, Though krakens lurk and krakens sing, She'll rise again, on tempest's wing.

This wreck her crown, the sea her song, A siren's call, the waves along, Dark-haired queen, with coral kiss, In ocean's embrace, forever bliss.