This is poetry, of a sort. However, I want to turn this into a ballad something like the songs that the characters in The Lord of the Rings sing. I would like your honest opinion on what I have here so far, because this isn't the finished product!
~Shipwreck Waiting~
An old fisherman once told me
there’s a shipwreck waiting
beneath the cool blue main;
it calls your name.
I asked him where he came from;
he said he didn’t know
but cold winds blew him here
from somewhere far below.
and this is what he told me:
there’s a shipwreck waiting
beneath the cool blue main;
it calls your name.
what good is a legend if no one believes?
What good is a promise that no one will keep?
I wandered far and wide
but all I found was a world
filled with filth and lies.
I asked him where he came from;
he said he didn’t know
but cold winds blew him here
from somewhere far below.
and then he told me:
there’s a shipwreck waiting
beneath the cool blue main;
it calls your name.
Tell me if you can:
Why does the sun shine so bright?
Why do the waves crash upon the shore?
Why are the ghosts of the past
more real and true than those
whose shadows are cast?
what is true and what is real
and are they even the same?
I’d rather read a story older than time
than blunder through a world darker than sin.
the old fisherman smiled as he told me
there’s a shipwreck waiting
beneath the cool blue main;
it calls your name.
his shadow never cast,
his skin translucent in the sun,
somehow he knew my heart
as it coursed the race I run.
I asked him where he came from;
he said he didn’t know
but cold winds blew him here
from somewhere long ago.
