The Ballad of Meera

On the Lavender shore of a faraway land

a beautiful maiden was carved from the sand.

she had seashell eyes and driftwood hands,

seaweed for hair and a sunbleached tan.

with a voice like fine whiskey

so lovely was she

The beautiful Meera birthed by the sea.

she would sing all day

and weep all night

for her life in the sea just didn’t feel right

Meera longed to be human

to be of flesh and of bone

to step foot on land

and abandon her home

so she swam to the shore, steadied her breath

climbed onto the pier to take her first steps

almost right away she struggled and stumbled

her driftwood hands cracked

and sandy legs crumbled

the rest of her body was beginning to crack

and with all the strength she could manage

she pulled herself back

back to the ocean, back to her home

as she came to realise she couldn’t do it alone

no, she’d need a new body

one of flesh and of bone

for every night onwards as she passed sailing ships

she’d catch sailor’s eyes with a song on her lips

one by one they would fall to their graves

minds scrambled beyond reason, their bodies her slaves

with every new victim, she’d remove their sin.

she finally had a body

to walk around in.

 

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