Her love for a sailor was strong:
being with him is for what she did long.
Although he was a man of the sea
their relationship could not ever be.
Sitting atop a craggy rock,
she'd watch every ship that pulled into dock;
hoping for even a glimpse of him,
but opportunities like that were slim.
Still, on the lookout she did keep:
twas many a time she went without sleep,
waiting for even the slightest chance,
for just a single moment of romance.
Then it happened one summer's night,
the sky, it broke red; a sailor's delight.
As she was swimming up to the shore
came that which she had so been wishing for.
While he fondled her fish-like tail
he knew that on the next tide he'd set sail.
That fateful morning, the sky broke red:
an ominous sign all sea men do dread.
His ship upon the waves was tossed.
Report went back that those aboard were lossed.
As through the wreckage, her way, she winds,
the lifeless form of her beloved finds.
His body at rest in the deep,
while for him her heart does mournfully weep,
the mermaid, in pain she can't disguise:
her she'd tears causing the waters to rise.
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