Songs of the Sea

The sound of rain pattering against my brow,
Left me nothing but unease in the soft air.
The slimy fresh water dripping down my sparkling face,
Showed me no kindness in the waters of salt.

For I cannot any longer feel the refreshing cool of that water,
But only the grinding salt on my skin.

Here, in my oceans, I sing my chorus of old,
A ballad of the merfolk,
The song of Siren.

~~~all pictures used in the book have been procured from the internet. Credit goes to those who made them.~~~
~-lovely cover done by rubybishbosh, thank you!-~