A Man Called Roazan

In a distant land far and wide, I met a man who died. Later in the sea. Killed not by sea pirates nor a sinking ship, But by a crack of a whip.

During the great battle of the Ocean. His name was Roazan, Who had fled his land. When attacked by thugs, And met a damsel fair and sweet Just when he plunged into the sea

From a ledge that denied entry. A woman who had no legs but a fish tail And a heart of gold, Grabbed him to safety. The beauty of the beast. Could surprise the eyes of a king. All facets of his sensitivity, Surrendered whole heartedly.

Till came along the fateful day When the Oceans clashed With murderous rage, unknown to fishkind,

He saw his queen cry out for help And dared to save. . When A great wave whipped him.

As he clasped her hand. The oceans calmed but was too late, The remnants we call sand. . . . . . . . . . washed ashore,

Multifaceted under the microscope, Resembling the life of Roazan.