With the wind in her hair, it was hard not to stare
Clear as day was that beautiful malady
Over the hill was where she was destined to be
Roaming with the fishes in the great blue sea
It was ironic how beautiful she really was
Almost like a siren luring in men
It was finally her time to set sail
Too bad she was looking a bit pale
She had waited for this all her life
Too bad it was over with the stab of a knife
The poem is about a girl who always dreamt of sailing away. Unfortunately, she was killed before getting that chance. It is a metaphor for how sometimes are dreams are taken from us before we get our chance. There are both literal and abstract meanings. The poem tells a story, but at the same time it shows something that often happens in real life. The theme is the message that often opportunities are taken from us. Of course they usually aren’t taken by extremities such as death, but they are still taken by us from someone or something holding us back.