Author's note: This poem was written from Kris's point of view (see 'Aftermaths of the Gryffen'). It doesn't really have all that much to do with the story itself, it's basically just Kris missing Jack. I don't own Jack or Pirates of the Caribbean yatta yatta yatta I own Kris and this poem that's it. I'll be quiet now and let you read the poem.
The Fates Have a strange Sense of Humour
Every night I dream of you,
Of your touch that can quiet
The rock of the ship,
Of your embrace that can cease
The roll of the waves.
But when I open my eyes
I see only darkness.
I hear nothing but
The music of the night.
Silence.
Every waking moment
I ask myself
Would I rather have you near
And know nothing of my feelings,
Than to know I love you
Only when you're gone?
It is strange to think
My heart is so fragile
That it can shatter at the mere touch
Of a Sparrow's wing.
I'm sure the Fates are laughing
At my misfortune.
But one day
The winds of forgiveness
Will bring you back to me
And maybe then
I can once again
Appreciate the beauty
Of the sea.
But until that day
My eyes can only see grey,
My heart can only feel pain.
The Fates have a strange sense of humour.