By the hillside lie my prison walls
With gushing storm the Tingering roars.
The angry seas that mark my days
That crash at the foot of the Lynch man’s hill
Hell it is, beyond disdain
To be held in chills
Between the enemy’s jaws.
The lynch man on one side
And the waves on the other.
Stopping at nothing but my hide.
O coroner of the county court
Decree your mercies upon mine pitiable self.
It was only the sea I sought to see.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
I’ve never traveled, so I chose to travel in my words. My childhood dream has been to see the ocean side. With remorse and fear I land back in time at a British prison, in an isolated prison tower, atop a hill at the Devil’s annex with two rough seas (The Tingering) battering the walls of the hillside.
Just how bad can wishes get?