Tis the end says she facing the sea,
The mad girl raves in the wind.
The salt spray flies at the demon eyes,
And the derelict turns with a grin.
Ha Ha says he you’ll surely flee
When I spin again and again.
But the mad girl’s hair flies in the air
And she leaps at the wretched thing.
She grapples its wheel and turns it full keel,
Return to the depths says she,
But the derelict splits in a frothing fit,
And the mad girl sinks in the sea.
With apologies to the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.