Mermaids

There are told ancient tales of mystery 
of young maidens who swim the sea
with golden tails and long flowing hair
draped in seashells and complexion fair
mystical words sung through pretty song
and of how they do their hair all day long
with combs of coral and a looking glass
their enchanting elegance and royal class.
It is said that to glance upon their face
the looker will yearn for their embrace
and as the besotted mind they effect
they’ll find themselves shipwrecked!.

mythrhyme

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