for the sweet goddess of the sea
singing softly as the waves embrace
the shore. croons that captivate men,
marching sailors over brittle overhangs,
to broken glass horizons—
consumed by foaming ripples,
splitting apart at the seafarers’ touch.
piercing undulating waters
that slice your hand as you reach
for the heart, which is now
long gone, devoured by a ghoul girl
with empty eyes.
Beware:
for the sweet maiden of the sea
chants recklessly as the waves
caress the coast, cantillates
that compel mariners to wander
and wallow into frozen ocean loch,
drowning in melodies of malediction
(these songs erupting to shadows)
as she dances swiftly through the tides,
swinging softly as men reach cliffs-end...
