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Credit: Me

She danced across the windy bluff

her feet traced the shadows

The flowers swayed back and forth

on the edge of the sea

And all the gulls inside their nests

cried out, a warning as she fell to her end

 

Dark cliffs

Dark sea

Dark, the color underwater when you’re in too deep

 

Her hair tangled in the waves

The skin turned cold and white

She sank faster than a stone

To the rocks below

Her hands reached up and she could breathe

Given fins and now a maid of the sea

 

Dark cliffs

Dark sea

Dark, the color underwater when you’re in too deep


Based on the idea that maidens who drown in the sea are given a second chance at life, becoming sirens. I also based this on Regina Spektor’s “Blue Lips,” which I listened to while on the cliffs and figured it was a song a siren might sing.

 

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