The siren plays the lyre, drawing to her ship near-drowned sailors that would rather wreck their ships and die as long as they can hear her song
She looks upon him with indifference, an otherworldly beauty stalking her prey
It is said that Aphrodite, otherwise known as Atargatis, emerged from her clamshell as a perfect beauty - stark naked, her blonde hair flowing in the wind
Many a maiden would follow her example, appearing naked on the beach, hoping to attract a sailor
The sea is wild and untamed
Though the center of all life on Earth, it is not to be trusted
It is an epicenter of death
Should you be like Dahut, falling in love with the forces of darkness
Your father may then be forced to abandon you to the waves
Mermaids are not human so
I have no sympathy for them - especially the ones that long for human form
Without the touch of a man, they'll sprout horns, their breasts will be taken over by fish scales, their hair will be as lengthy and disgusting as kelp, their eyes cross-eyed, and their gaping mouth wishing to bite your hand
Don't be fooled by their lithe form, their long blonde hair, their sad eyes longing for love
If they are lucky, they may become a spirit roaming the skies but
They will never have a soul
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The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
