The Case Against the Moon

She held the case against the moon in bubbled glasses sea green hewn and whispered nothings to the fish her sea fins swishing at her wish "The case against the moon", she said, "began the day that I was wed and on that day the tide pulled back to swirling waves to ships attack It 'twas this day my love embarked a voyage to sustain my heart while I a lowly mermaid be he came to set my spirit free... His ship was bitten by the wind a low and moaning hull of tin His eyes of coal to be immersed while I searched for my wedding purse Pearls from oysters for my crown and seaweed stitched a wedding gown His laugh and all his love did die and, on my fins, I know not why And so bold moon, I challenge you to bring the worst that you can do and I will fight with all my will until the tides return to still." The passive moon, it heaved a sigh and tides began to do or die while waves in turmoil turned to swell the fish turned too, and wished her well. She threw her glasses to the sea and dove to indigo caves once free to tether nets of liquid ore to quell the moon forever more On flying fish she pulled her nets beyond the sun's impartial sets to catch the moon and hurl her down a luminous splash, and then no sound The earth went dark, the sea went cold all mermaids there went grey and old The sea floor shook at the moon's embrace in a glowing ripple of pure disgrace Still in the sky in purple wind the mermaid whispered: "I have sinned" She shed a thousand briny tears and flew the skies with grief and fears 'till deciding at last what she should do She set a course to save the moon. She dove to the bottom of a sea of light and what she saw was quite a sight The broken pieces in scattered glow This wasn't the moon she used to know So gently, with fins and liquid lips she balanced a shard on her mermaid hips and flew to the ink, to the sky of sorrow with a sadness of what would be brought the morrow The sliver she placed in the sky that night became the "new moon" to dimly light the ocean each month to gently grieve it's ships and it's mermaids to long bereave.