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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My life and my love are the open sea. I do not fear her and she has come to respect this old sailor man. Alas, it may be that my life of bliss is only temporary because a magical conclave has condemned my tidal journey. Today, you see, I crossed paths with a dark mermaid whose trickery has anchored my adventures with the briny deep. That salty wench took the wind out of my sails, leaving me as an empty hull, a moored starfish, writhing in the summer sand. The gypsy mermaid led me astray with her siren song of sea foam trysts and moonlit water dances. At once my eyes took sight of her damp bosom and over the bow of my beloved vessel I jumped, nary a hesitation. Stalwart journey lost. I swam with all my might so that I could lay my weary head among her iridescent scales with the hope of exploring her seafaring mysteries. In her arms I laid and to my dismay, the spectacle of a creature more hideous than any life form should spawn, violates all that I can see. With a hiss more guttural than a sea serpent, she opened her maw. To my eyes appeared a cavernous gap filled with remnants of my beloved ocean life. Disgust crawled over my skin as I stepped away in horror, the stench of death permeating the air. Falling back into the wet abyss I could hear the gypsy mermaid sing her song of death all around me. Harder and harder I raked my bony appendages, struggling mightily to widen the wake until my despair took over. One last breath and I let my old friend the sea, take me away. Fluttering slowly into the liquid unknown, I closed my weary eyes and let go. At once I sputtered to life, woken by a brackish breeze on my check, burning eyes open as my spent body writhed in the hot sand. My thoughts are a blur, no conscious desire to wonder upon my seemingly swift arrival to the quiet shore. I live. While death continues to burn deep within the recesses of my throat and my heart beats, still I feel lifeless. Death came for me in guise of that gypsy mermaid and I ran to her without pause, arms wide for embrace. So, it seems not even the cooling swells are enough to secure me this earthly plane. Clearly my soul longs for life in the blissful, ethereal realm. Perhaps next time I cross paths with the gypsy mermaid I will give in to her voracious hallow. Next time.
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