She set sail on a wooden plank,
Determined to prove her love.
Her husband lay lifeless and still,
Awaiting an end, cold and chill.
The moon wept over her silky hair,
Upon a journey none would dare.
Swept away in tides unknown,
She reached the serpent's floor alone.
No gods nor prayers to weave,
Only strength that the heart conceives.
A bargain struck to grant a boon,
To save her husband, swift and soon.
For love is a vessel, both fragile and wide,
It carries a power engraved inside.
Her will broke the curse of life,
And together they lived as husband and wife.