Nymphicide

out of the water, she emerged a sea-nymph, a young maiden her hair was a long black weed wrapping around her pale body; her eyes were blue as the sea that she had been born of, piercing and sharp as the dagger in my hands.

her red lips parted and she spoke to me, a mess of incomprehensible sounds almost like a waterfall or droplets of rain hitting the ocean surface

i could not understand, but the girl continued to speak to me, anyway.

it were as if she floated atop the water, following the movement of my boat although she moved not an inch.

last night i saw an angel she draped her angles in robes of white and red,

and where she stood a pool gathered ‘neath her feet— crimson was the hue; a hue like no other

i asked her a question and she flashed her light in my eyes, light like the sun

When I die Place my body at the foot of the sea And let the tide take me

I’ll find myself among The uncovered beauty of the ocean And at the bottom, I see New, olden creatures of the deep

Or, instead My friends can take me And build a funeral pyre

They can dance naked around me While I turn to ash And the wind can spread me Across the forest

You sit 'round the table, oval Discussing how to tear down your people How does it feel, drunk with power, Indefensible beyond repair?

You want to play God, You want to be worshipped as He is And lay a hand upon the heads of the worn and sickly Oh, how do you see yourself in such ways?