Destiny of a Marooned Dog (Free Verse)

Five hundred
sixteen full moons
have navigated
the course of fate,
where gales of breath
from forefathers
have tended the mast
and set sails
for un-chartered territory.

Temperamental waters
void of ruling suns
have often found me
in the eye of the storm,
tip-toeing the plank,
eyeing waterdogs,
and flirting
with disaster.

But, alas Mercury
was always spotted
sleeping in the crows nest,
'neath Jupiter's gaze.
Its loyalty; a seamen
from where strength
was pulled from depths
of hulls, affixed to bows
where virgin damsels reside
leaving me marooned
within my own destiny.

**Written for a challenge to write about your chinese zodiac, mine is year of the dog. The poem had to be in a form so it was rewritten to conform to a Lilibonelle.