Take me to your world.

I hung my tail for dry land.
Take me into your world.
The land filled with spices and scents.
Take my hand and lead me to your favorite haunt.
A garden of Eden
Where we sat had coffee.
And in the rain,
I tested my new pins.
I held you close.
Take my lips that now belong to yours
And let them meet.
Under that willow tree,
Under the skies and clouds that bellow.
I want never to leave your side.
To forever drink on your familiar scent.
To feel the warmth of your chest upon my cheeks.
I gladly hung my soul up for yours.
You intoxicate me with your life
And so I’m yours for eternity.

Han’s-mer thee end

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“One, 2 plunges and you’ll be free” whispered her siren sisters from the Deep.

She creeps to their boudoir and opens it.

Raven locks intertwined with his gold.
Their bodies bare.
Glistering in the moonlight.
There it is… Her forever after.
His promise of unyielding love.
Yielding to another..

Fools these mortals be.
And foolish of her to want to be like him.

Her heart bled with each step.
His face and ” hers” a mark of contentment.
A stab.
A slap in hers.

She paused to look at him.
Her gaze stroking the outline of his lovely face.
“One plunge and I can be with my sisters. ”

Crimson to dark.
Dark faded to nothing.
Hers,not his nor the other her.
How would she,
Not when in darkness her heart had long gone.

“Such a pity… Such a pity …” Sang her sisters.

She took a step.
Dagger in her wound.
Flying to neither-land.
A song in her heart.
A love forgotten.
A crimson hair girl’s innocence.
Forever buried in the depths of the ocean.
Laying in the bottom for a lover’s return.

Image from

Hans Christian Andersen’s The Little Mermaid

Fin

Fin

For you I would travel across the oceans.
Find my heart that was stolen.
Piece it together.

For you I’ll walk on fire.
Slay a dragon.
Chain my soul
to exchange it for yours to hold.

I would walk and never swim again.
I would gladly give my everything.
Just to gaze upon you once more,
Mi Amour.

To hear you whisper sweet soft nothings.
Your hand grasping my ever so.
Your embrace that warms me to my very soul.
For that I’ll gladly give up all.

Give my voice.
My hair.
My freedom in the ocean.
My all.