seaside

reflective glint of silver bristles loosens the flow of amethyst braids, blush skin and a rose kiss that offers a promise as menacing as the danger of replacing the mirror with the naked eye

her siren song breaking the sinister waves vowed relief in the raging storm ears ringing with the lure of the caves “follow me” on a different, blissful frequency that pulls you down into her realm of alluring serenity and makes you wonder when you drowned

eyelids flutter to perceive an archway made up of gold entirely transforming any shade of doubt into the purity of belief in the magic of what has remained undiscovered under the surface of the horizon glittering miles above so high though the only view safe for the naked eye

the towers remain indescribable in shape and colour but the water has taken on a glint of coral a surrounding of promising poison of what has to be explored until the mystery of the white caves, and her marble likeness, the calming absence of the waves, and the emerald steps to the castle is no longer secrecy to those who are not meant to be under the enchantment of the deep sea