Beneath the Sea, it was Too LateA Poem by ArrinaeJust a poem about the myths of old. A tale of mermaids no longer told.A gentle song on the wind, Draws me forth, making my head spin. Following the mesmerizing melody trapped in a daze, The salty air wraps me in its embrace. There off the shore draped upon a jagged rock, Lies a young maiden, much to my shock. Vibrant hair dripping wet, Creamy skin gleaming with sweat. Shimmering eyes of ocean hue, Honey sweet voice like morning dew. Her song fades as I draw near, A startled gasp I do hear. She backs away, almost afraid, "Thats a lovely tune, your serenade." A gleam of green catches my eye, Fish like scales on her thighs. A startled gasp escapes my lips, Part fish, she were, from toe to hip! A musical key escapes her throat, I raise my hands, trying not to provoke. She lunges at me when I draw to close, Around my shoulders her arms enclose. Jagged teeth tear into my collar, Startled I try to holler. Not a sound did I make, Beneath the sea, it was too late.
4/7/2014 © 2017 ArrinaeReviews
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8 Reviews Added on April 8, 2014 Last Updated on May 17, 2017 AuthorArrinaeAboutSo a little bit about me... I am a big supporter of the U.S. Military. I sm happily married and have a child. I have odd, weird, and interesting dreams that often inspire my writing in unique, .. more..Writing
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