She's natures finest lady,
Dressed blue, and trimmed with lace.
She fixes me through aquq eyes,
Her moist green hair and face.
Delicate fingers dripping,
AS she beckons me to come along,
To dance with her forever,
Ti a swishing, swirling song.
\I'm mesmerised by her dance,
She takes me by the hand.
I shiver in her icy grip,
Floating further from the land.
In league she laughs with the wind,
As I struggle to be free.
My world fades to darkness,
As I'm clothed by the sea.
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