A/N: This is a ballad I wrote originally as a possible story outline. If you have anything to say at all, please review! I love feedback.

Far across a land so cold
The softest song is e’er sung.
It mourns a story ne’er told
By mortal hands or mortal tongue.

The darkest night shall e’er prevail
In heavens o’er blackest sea.
Where long ago this woeful tale
Caused a heart to break and bleed.

A sailor lady, young and fine
Ran out acrost the morning dew.
Crying bitter tears of rime,
Crystal drops of bright sky blue.

With hair of moonglow, heart of stone,
She set out on the ocean deep.
Of course she could not sail alone,
For what it takes, the ocean keeps.

She found a crew of finest men
E’er to sail the seven seas.
Pirates now, and sometimes then
Who fought with joy and stole with ease.

They sailed south, and sailed east,
And then came colder north and west.
Feared by all, not in the least,
But treated now with strong respect.

One day they found a merchant ship,
Who put up a ferocious fight.
And when the sun sank ‘neath earth’s lip
They took her in the quiet night.

The crew, they leaped, and swam for shore,
But sank before the day was done.
Ne’er to reach a friendly door,
Every man did drown but one.

Sword a-flashin’, head held high,
He met each man with fighters grace.
With every win did raise a cry,
“Avast! I scorn the pirate race!”

The lass stepped forward, eyes aflame,
No longer sparklin’ sea-deep blue.
Walking slowly, now she came,
Her shining blade so strong and true.

But as she came, and as they met,
Something flickered in her eyes.
She had no need to kill him . . . yet,
And still could should the need arise.

Was it then that heart of stone
Began to soften in her chest?
Was it there that feeling stirred
From icy, dark, and blighted rest?

Long years they worked the silent seas
And neither spoke, no word at all.
The crew knew soon that they both heard
The siren sound of passion’s call.

The lass, cold thing, was filled with pride
And still she managed to abstain.
How could she know that she did have
All to lose and none to gain?

‘Twas late one night a navy ship
Came upon the pirate bark.
They boarded her and won the fight
Whilst cannons lit the eerie dark.

The crew was taken prisoner,
And all were thrown into the brig.
When Captain said “If you won’t talk,
i’faith, it’s your own grave you dig.

“Which one of you be leader
Of this scurvy pirate crew?
We wish to set example
By the time the light is new.”

And they looked at one another
And their eyes did fill with tears
And they trembled from the horrid pain
Of facing one’s worst fears.

‘Twas then the lass stepped forward
And was stayed by her love’s hand.
He gathered courage, then proclaimed,
“Good sir, I am your man.”

Her heart was won and broken
In a single, mighty blow.
She knew that she did love him
And her tears began to flow.

Just as on that fateful day
Back when her life was new,
The lass cried crystal teardrops
Those drops of bright sky blue.

And so it came to be that day
The lass’s lover met his fate.
They’d never even shared a kiss
And now their love had come too late.

So if you sail the seven seas,
And whisp’ring wind does heave a sigh,
You’ll know it is the pirate lass,
Who saw her faithful lover die.

A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read my work. If you have a little more time to spare, please remember to review!