The Gathering: Consuming Seas

As the moonlight hits the dark inked ocean of my mind and memories

Deep in that sea, under the stars of the night

The fellow mermaids meet.

 

Sirens created through the pain of abuse; shaping and moulding them simultaneously into beauties

 

Now they wear their crowns of thorns and emotional disdain with little to no shame

 

My own crown, made of Ivy, so green it becomes blue or black, if you see me clearly

The Lilies of another mermaid’s wreath comfort me

In our pain we know beauty, but never peace or sleep

For it is when we are full of our sorrows that we return to the curse which is this ocean

Calling out in our pain; yet our vulnerability draws the lust of men

 

In hope that their souls can bring us some worth

Many of us fight as Mermaids for their lusts

 

But as dawn draws near, we often remember the plight of the Siren is already a lost cause

 

So we toy with our prey instead

 

Taking bits and bits of their Freedom, till their weaknesses are exposed and they have no more worth

 

But soon, when the motherly affection of the moon hits the ocean once again, you’ll see the ocean in all its doom and hear our beautiful cries calling you to your death.

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